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When Pyrrha walked in on him, hanging over the sink pressing ice cubes to his wrists, there wasn't a lot he could say for himself.
“Hello, Sextus! Can I whip you up a bleach mocktail to go with that?” she said jovially and too loudly for the moment. At least she shut the door quietly.
“What's in a bleach mocktail?” Palamedes asked, sighing as he buckled his clockwork back on.
“Bleach, ice –” Pyrrha grinned nastily, “ – and whisky.”
“Not, then, a mocktail.”
“Not the point.”
“Alas, I don't know if Cam's body would survive it. And having destroyed my own body, it would be rude and careless to destroy my host's as well.”
Pyrrha's eyes gleamed.
“Oh, so it is about the b-”
“Time's up,” he interrupted her, looking up from his wrist. In his - Cam's - eyes, cowardice glittered. He left.