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A painful whimper came from Lucian's lips. It was as if he was saying "that way." He raised his finger from his pained stupor.

...

Perhaps he'd be more sympathetic if he didn't look as though he was drawn by Michelangelo illustrating the creation of Adam. Still, Vera's concern was pleasant. It'd been a while since someone last treated him like that. Most people did things like drop mallets on him while he rested. Ed's words were, of course, much less nice.

Still, he pointed out the direction in which the monkeys were carrying Celeste. Even if it were just for a moment. Even if they had made a single turn and it was no longer accurate.