[His brows knit. That isn't what he meant at all, but now he's worried. Maybe he's said something wrong; maybe he's overstepped--and even if he hasn't, he isn't at all sure how to explain.]
It's neither. It's--
[A sharp frown.]
I don't know that he'd want me to say. It isn't . . . mine to share.
[But he seems torn. Would Fugo share with anyone on his own? It's so unlikely.]
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It's neither. It's--
[A sharp frown.]
I don't know that he'd want me to say. It isn't . . . mine to share.
[But he seems torn. Would Fugo share with anyone on his own? It's so unlikely.]