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“
Why
?
”
He
tried
to
focus
on
her
,
but
past
and
future
were
merging
into
the
present
,
blurring
her
image
.
He
saw
her
in
countless
ways
and
positions
and
settings
.
“
There
’
s
something
frightening
in
you
,
”
she
said
.
“
When
I
took
you
away
from
the
others
.
.
.
I
did
it
because
I
could
feel
what
the
others
wanted
.
You
.
.
.
press
on
people
.
You
.
.
.
make
us
see
things
!
”
He
forced
himself
to
speak
distinctly
:
“
What
do
you
see
?
”
She
looked
down
at
her
hands
.
“
I
see
a
child
.
.
.
in
my
arms
.
It
’
s
our
child
,
yours
and
mine
.
”
She
put
a
hand
to
her
mouth
.
“
How
can
I
know
every
feature
of
you
?
”
They
’
ve
a
little
of
the
talent
,
his
mind
told
him
.
But
they
suppress
it
because
it
terrifies
.
In
a
moment
of
clarity
,
he
saw
how
Chani
was
trembling
.
“
What
is
it
you
want
to
say
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Usul
,
”
she
whispered
,
and
still
she
trembled
.
