"Hey," says Edgar a touch hoarsely, and somehow he's on his feet too, balancing without thought or effort against the sway of the train. "'S just a tunnel."
(A fuckin long one, says Yona in his memory, bizarrely cheerful, and he shakes her voice away. She's not here, Curtis isn't here, the axe-wielding guards aren't here.)
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(A fuckin long one, says Yona in his memory, bizarrely cheerful, and he shakes her voice away. She's not here, Curtis isn't here, the axe-wielding guards aren't here.)