“…or the people with flippers instead of feet,” Grace snarls. “Or the people that are bug-bit and don’t have two brain cells to rub together, or have diminished capacity because they’re animals some of the time, or have tails protruding from their backs, or are fucking biological weapons in your stupid fucking war! They’re people, goddammit!”
Teo captures the finger that she’s been stabbing at him, folds it gently back into her palm, and holds it there. “I know, I know, I was wrong. I apologize.” They both stare down at his hand engulfing hers for a very long time.
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