[She didn't know what she was hoping for. Anya has grown into a kind of miracle worker; but as one herself, Iris knows too well that some things can't be mended. It's still a sort of grinding disappointment, and she pulls her hands down her face to hide the still-falling tears.]
I miss 'im.
[She seizes the subject change with alacrity, if not actual enthusiasm.]
...I knew 'im for a while. Before Siberia. Always meant to get around to reading 'is books.
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I miss 'im.
[She seizes the subject change with alacrity, if not actual enthusiasm.]
...I knew 'im for a while. Before Siberia. Always meant to get around to reading 'is books.