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The teacup he is holding slows on its way to his lips, but he sips from it anyway, and then sets it carefully down in the saucer before picking up his quill again to continue marking the stack of parchments on his desk.
"Did you hear me?" I ask after what seems like an interminable stretch of silence.
"And I should care, why?"
"Because it's yours, you insensitive bastard!" I snap. I'm tetchy with him at the best of times, but the hormones, and the anger I feel at myself for my own weakness and carelessness, the seeming impotence I am suddenly overwhelmed with whenever I think of the enormity of the situation before me, are