[ The world keeps going strange on him. Carver doesn't flinch, doesn't explode into motion. But he sees the iron in her spine and then the very air around him seems to grow thick, harder to breathe. Like being underwater. Like a drowning test.
He bares his teeth. Unbowed. ]
What's that look, huh? What's that look on your face?
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He bares his teeth. Unbowed. ]
What's that look, huh? What's that look on your face?