Date: 2007-11-01 08:45 am (UTC)
"For that, we would need to know which quarters are yours," Polya pointed out gently.

He could sympathise. He hated the unnatural sterility of hospitals, the endless blank white. It was no place for a living soul.

Unfortunately necessary, like any number of things.

"I don't think asking that favor would get the results you're hoping for."

The businesslike Eurenides that had the run of these hallways had no reason to be kindly disposed toward Polya to begin with.

Rakitin's eyes flicked across the bandage on the soldier's chest concealing the star-shaped wound where the primitive poison had been administered.

"Don't be in any hurry to push yourself."

He wondered if amnesia felt like an itch across the memory, trying to make a connection that you knew was there but that refused to come to light.

"For now, just try to remember what you can."
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