If she was just pretending—which he wouldn't blame, there could be any number of reasons—didn't matter how good she was: he'd know the difference.
Oh right. Hell.
(…is other people. But it could equally be the lack of other people. One way or another.)
Pushing down the hurt in his chest, Clint figured he'd try a memory jog. Would be far from the first time one or both of them had had their brains messed with. And the emotional connection had been able to overcome that in the past.* "Don't blame you. Who wants it to get out that they defected over an Iowan?"
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Neither is that.
If she was just pretending—which he wouldn't blame, there could be any number of reasons—didn't matter how good she was: he'd know the difference.
Oh right. Hell.
(…is other people. But it could equally be the lack of other people. One way or another.)
Pushing down the hurt in his chest, Clint figured he'd try a memory jog. Would be far from the first time one or both of them had had their brains messed with. And the emotional connection had been able to overcome that in the past.* "Don't blame you. Who wants it to get out that they defected over an Iowan?"