[ she eyes the doll held up before her with a half-smile, something quiet and smothered — like a secret. ]
You know I've heard people say art is a science. I guess they were wrong.
[ with that gentle jab she takes the doll from him, before he can think to correct any of it, and reaches for her own left waiting by her feet. the cigar gets handed back to kovacs so she can begin her work. his doll, with its tilted spine and too-long left arm, is balanced over her knee while she begins pulling the sticks of her own. ]
...What happened to them, the Envoys? [ she lifts her eyes, curious but not searching. voice just quiet enough that he can pretend not to have heard if it would be easier. ] You said "were."
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You know I've heard people say art is a science. I guess they were wrong.
[ with that gentle jab she takes the doll from him, before he can think to correct any of it, and reaches for her own left waiting by her feet. the cigar gets handed back to kovacs so she can begin her work. his doll, with its tilted spine and too-long left arm, is balanced over her knee while she begins pulling the sticks of her own. ]
...What happened to them, the Envoys? [ she lifts her eyes, curious but not searching. voice just quiet enough that he can pretend not to have heard if it would be easier. ] You said "were."