[ miles scowls and balls up his napkin and throws it at ivan, gratified when his cousin shuts up. but he can't help but snort at that comparison. ]
Yeah, that's pretty apt, I'd say.
[ he blows out his breath, the amusement fading, and he looks down at the datapad like a haunted man. after a moment he buries his face in his hands and groans. ]
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Yeah, that's pretty apt, I'd say.
[ he blows out his breath, the amusement fading, and he looks down at the datapad like a haunted man. after a moment he buries his face in his hands and groans. ]
Oh, God. We're all gonna die.