“Sicarius had the personality of a particularly bland, pointy stick.”
“Why, Sicarius, is it possible you have a playful side beneath your razor-edged knives, severe black clothing and humourless glares?”
“Sicarius, as usual, regarded her with the blandness of a particularly featureless rock, then walked away.”
“Then I guess Sicarius will have to follow you around all night, hovering over your shoulder while you eat. Breathing down your neck. Sharing your salad. Hogging your croutons.”
“Sicarius wore his usual guess-my-thoughts-if-you-can-mask, though she sensed he did not approve.”
“You know...” Amaranthe dumped her dust pile outside and returned to face him. “It’s hard for me to maintain my vigor and enthusiasm for leading you when you do nothing but stand there and ooze disapproval at me.”
“No, no.” Amaranthe lifted a hand. “You needn’t let me know you think my idea has promise. It’s been nearly three months since the last time I almost got myself killed, so I’m brimming with self-confidence. I don’t need bolstering.”
“Oh, no," Maldynado said. "When I get my statue, I don't want it to be an image of me going up a squid's butt.”
“You didn't think you’d find a Science-savvy mercenary team in the empire without a few eccentricities, did you?” Amaranthe asked.”
“No self-respecting snoop sneaks in before midnight anyway.”
“One who has a personality that grates like glass paper should probably choose footwear sufficient for fleeing from irritated people.”
“Er, she hated it when she was trying to be morally superior and someone pointed out that her idea was only slightly less sketchy.”
“No more procrastinating. As grandpa used to say, “Cleaning a fish don’t get any more pleasant for having put the task off.”
“Mischievous branches tugged at her hat and rained leaves onto her shoulders. She dusted them off. As much as she liked the idea of nature, it was difficult to maintain a tidy appearance when surrounded by it.”
“You’re stealthier than a cat’s shadow. You can’t possibly expect me to notice you when you’re lurking.” “Perhaps you have not been assiduous enough with your training.” “I can’t believe you’re blaming me for the fact that you’re a chronic eavesdropper.” “What did you expect from an assassin?” he”
“You either gain immortality through having children or you earn it by becoming someone history remembers.”
“(Never underestimate spite as a motivator for genius.)”
“My method is different. I do not rush into actual work. When I get an idea I start at once building it up in my imagination. I change the construction, make improvements, and operate the device entirely in my mind.”
“When we are born, we are studied, and deviations, if noxious to the species, are suppressed; good deviations are preserved. And furthermore, we bear our formula on our arm band!”
“No, Mr. Honda, I have forgotten none of the blessings that were mine in the other world. But I fear I have never heard the name Kiyoaki Matsugae. Don’t you suppose, Mr. Honda, that there never was such a person? You seem convinced that there was; but don’t you suppose that there was no such person from the beginning, anywhere? I couldn’t help thinking so as I listened to you.”
“Why then do we know each other? And the Ayakuras and the Matsugaes must still have family registers.”
“Yes, such documents might solve problems in the other world. But did you really know a person called Kiyoaki? And can you say definitely that the two of us have met before?”
“I came here sixty years ago.”
“Memory is like a phantom mirror. It sometimes shows things too distant to be seen, and sometimes it shows them as if they were here.”
“But if there was no Kiyoaki from the beginning—” Honda was groping through a fog. His meeting here with the Abbess seemed half a dream. He spoke loudly, as if to retrieve the self that receded like traces of breath vanishing from a lacquer tray. “If there was no Kiyoaki, then there was no Isao. There was no Ying Chan, and who knows, perhaps there has been no I.”
For the first time there was strength in her eyes.
“That too is as it is in each heart.”
“Better to be caught in sudden, complete catastrophe than to be gnawed by the cancer of imagination.”
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