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“[i]waugh[/i] Jesus Mary and Joseph,” Sara says, clutching her chest. “Bode, Jesus, don’t... give a girl some warning before you sneak up on her!” She reflexively switches the vid off as she turns to look at him.

Part of her wants to grin. The Creator. Okay. Victor made Bode— [i]Bound Eagle[/i]— which rings a bell, like it’s a story or something.

“Sure. Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself, though? I’ve known Victor for ages, but you’ve known him all your life, right?”

When she’d imagined Bode before, he was, like, an accountant. Early receding hairline, thin glasses, a bland puce suit. This was a whole lot different, but in its own way, it made a whole lot of sense. And now that she had the chance?

She wanted to know [i]everything.[/i] Or at least close enough to be able to nod and say, “yeah, I know Bode, we’re super chill.”