"He says you're beautiful."
"And he says you love me. Or does he? It's all mixed up."
"It is all mixed up ... and I do love you."
The kiss was a short one; Lavra had to say, "And what next?"
"That's all. It ends there."
"Well.... Aren't you...?"
Vyrko felt strange. Holt had described his feelings so precisely. He was at peace and still curious, and the thought of Kirth-Labbery's escape method did nibble restlessly at his brain.
He rose and sauntered into the laboratory, Lavra following him. He drew back the curtain and stared at the chair of metal rods. It was hard to see the control board that seemed to control nothing. He sat in the chair for a better look.
