"One set of rewards for me—and one for them! Abstract for me—and concrete for them! Two sets of rules! It's time some authority drafted a new set, to cover both ends of this deal. But in the meantime—'I don't want to play that way,' I said. 'I'd rather fight!'"
Abruptly she stopped.
"And I've been fighting ever since," she spoke in a less urgent fashion. "And I'm going to keep on fighting—right up to the end. But you—is that the kind of stuff they slipped you too, Cele?"
Cecille had been listening without a sound, her eyes clinging to Felicity's face, which was twisted, somewhat awry.
"Is that what they slipped you too?"
Cecille licked her lips. They were dry.
"I—I guess so."
"And that suits you? You think that's fair and square?"
"I don't know," Cecille whispered dully. "I don't know."
"Then it's time you found out," Felicity flung at her fiercely. "I had to. It was put up to me just as cold. I didn't want to, any more than you do. They aren't my rules; they're theirs! But I had to decide. And it's time you figured it out."