"If the worth of Tarn's love is your life, I think I'll pass," Sixshot rumbles dryly. "It's not a particularly fair trade-off."
The tremors fade slowly as the Sixer regathers his composure. Eventually, hesitantly, he speaks up again. "... I'm sorry. About not telling you what was going on between me and Tarn."
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The tremors fade slowly as the Sixer regathers his composure. Eventually, hesitantly, he speaks up again. "... I'm sorry. About not telling you what was going on between me and Tarn."