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"What do you mean, Servalan gave you a bracelet?"
"She said it went with my eyes."
"And you believed her?"
"As yet, I have no cause to disbelieve her."
"Save everything she's ever done!"
"There is that, of course. Orac is monitoring all channels."
"Comforting."
"Irony does not become you."
"Nor does that bracelet!"
***
"She lied, you know."
"Whatever are you talking about?"
"Servalan."
"You think of her now?"
"The bracelet, you fool."
"What? You've thought of something?"
"Your eyes are like stars. Bright and infinite, powerful, magical. The bracelet is a trinket."
"Thank you... I think. I was not aware you had a yen for poetry."
"I haven't, as it happens. My yen is for something rather more substantial..."