[Oh . . . and he doesn't know how to express the sudden, unexpected tightness in his heart for those words. It's shocking and not, all at once: something that bowls him over even as some small part of him shivers in satisfaction.]
There is a saying about letting sleeping dogs lie that comes to mind.
I still do not understand why he sold me. Nor what your father saw in me to spend such money. Until I do . . . perhaps not.
[. . .]
I would not say no to your disrupting the lives of a few others, though. Friends of his, a few particularly vicious or cruel members of the elite . . . they could do with a few inconveniences.
[That's not enough, and yet to cram the enormity of all he's feeling into a text message— oh, it can't be done.]
Thank you. For the offer and the willingness both.
It means a great deal to me.
[Gods, more than that, but he doesn't know how to say it.]
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There is a saying about letting sleeping dogs lie that comes to mind.
I still do not understand why he sold me. Nor what your father saw in me to spend such money. Until I do . . . perhaps not.
[. . .]
I would not say no to your disrupting the lives of a few others, though. Friends of his, a few particularly vicious or cruel members of the elite . . . they could do with a few inconveniences.
[That's not enough, and yet to cram the enormity of all he's feeling into a text message— oh, it can't be done.]
Thank you. For the offer and the willingness both.
It means a great deal to me.
[Gods, more than that, but he doesn't know how to say it.]