We walked back to the military base - me in badly-fitting civilian clothes, half-leaning on a cane, and him in his Earth military uniform, posture straight, gait even.
"Isn't this against the rules?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said.
- gods, I hate him. He says things like that - tosses them off, like they mean nothing, and then he looks at me as though he expects me to be grateful. If I would just break down and sign the surrender agreement, it means that he would be right.
Son of a bitch.
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