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Yor Forger nee Briar had just visited the General Hospital to hand Twilight the stew she prepared for lunch before heading back home on her free day, gaining clamor and all the “aws” and “oos” of the general staff for how thoughtful and committed she was to her duties as a wife to Loid Forger.
It had all sounded like a joke, too good to be true. Marriage? Twilight? Bitter. In the bitterness, the looming cloud of hope remained. After all, he never struck her as one who wanted to settle down, who wanted to be caged in the abomination of domesticity when there are far more better things he can do for the betterment of this world.
“It’s only temporary, is it not?” Case files in her hands, of course it is! What else could it possibly be other than short-lived?
Twilight looked at her with an expression of apprehension, accepting the case files handed to him in a bored fashion. “Nightfall, your new pique of interest concerns me. Perhaps you should get on with your own tasks?”
It would kill me if you were to fall in love with her.
“After all, a spy’s duty is to his job. Excuse me, Sir.”
He looked up, regarded her with a glint in his eyes, and if he ever said a word, she was already too far away and lost in her own internal monologue to look back and hear what he had to say.