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- feeling that if something like that ever did happen, there would be echoes that I coordinated who would enjoy it, and I would feel that enjoyment by proxy. My only consolation was that after Lancet's death, his bloodletting power had been weakened far further than his ability to see veins.
- As if sensing that I was trying not to think about him dying in a bloody mess in my arms, Grue broke away from the mercenaries and made his way over to me. "Skitter." The relief in his voice was like a bloody gazelle haunch in front of the lion that was Lancet's echo, and only a quick mental effort kept me from turning on the ability to see his veins.
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