Martin curled his lips into a smile. "Je t'aime." He held her there, silent, for a few moments, not wanting to return to the harsh reality that they were there to discuss. He breathed a heavy sigh as the gravity of the situation nagged at him to the point of making this tender moment less tender. He let go of her finally, still keeping a hand on her back as if letting go of her would make her disappear.

"Okay," he said. "We've got stuff to talk about. You got a lot on your mind, so... I think you should go first."

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That seemed like useless information: they'd already surmised that he was intent on killing everyone to get what he wanted. He'd expressed that, quite blatantly, on the rooftop... oh goodness... a week ago? Why would Lixi continue asking questions if she already knew the answers? She had her doubts about Lixi's intelligence sometimes, but she seemed far too determined for answers to fall into redundancy. And of course, it didn't really provide the answer to what she was getting at. "How... exactly did the two of you get out of Iron City?"