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Lyra's POV
[Right… and speaking of… When are you leaving?]
The question repeated itself in my mind like an ominous mantra.
I paused my steps, and soon after, Emir did the same.
He turned around and faced me.
We silently looked at each other for a little while.
And questions began to form.
'What do I say?'
'What should I say?'
'Am I allowed to say something here?'
'No, I think—'
[I know that you don't want to leave my side again.]
'Of course, I don't.'
[I can easily guess how much you've missed me during all that time I've been away and that you don't want a repeat of that.]
'At least you know.'
[But it's something that you have to do…]
'I understand that.'
[With the automata, you will be the best at espionage, and you're the only one I can trust with such an obvious suspect.]
