[ Hei isn't sentimental in the accepted sense. Sentiment doesn't mean weakness, but the threat of someone to interpret it as such, a chink in the armor that invites clumsier errors. Hei's given up on that a long time ago -- but for everyone there is someone who gets under their skins, who touches spots and emotions and ideas like no one else does, and for whom they do the unthinkable. Pai is like that for Hei, just as he, he's beginning to realize too late, was like that for Amber. ]
[ He's smiling when he looks at Pai -- this wily yet still-innocent creature shuffled onto his deck, who thinks pouts and petulance will give her what she wants, when all she has to do is tell him. She can't coax or charm him into loving her more, not when he already does with everything he is. ]
I'll make so many you'll be sick of them.
[ It's as close as he gets to saying We're on borrowed time here, and I'll always make the most of it. ]
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[ He's smiling when he looks at Pai -- this wily yet still-innocent creature shuffled onto his deck, who thinks pouts and petulance will give her what she wants, when all she has to do is tell him. She can't coax or charm him into loving her more, not when he already does with everything he is. ]
I'll make so many you'll be sick of them.
[ It's as close as he gets to saying We're on borrowed time here, and I'll always make the most of it. ]