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[not_a_traitor]

["Felix Gaeta speaking."]

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[n0rthernlights]

The furrow in Theta's brow deepens. He doesn't understand. What did he do? "But— why? What's wrong? What did I say?"

Maybe the smart thing to do would be to just let him go and get this other librarian. But he doesn't get it. No one else has responded like this. Nervous curiosity outweighs sense.

[not_a_traitor]

"I just think," says Gaeta again, strain stretched under his professional veneer like a rubber band about to snap, "he'll be able to help you better."

He starts to turn away from Theta.

[n0rthernlights]

For all that Theta is what he is, he is also still a teenager—and a rather undersocialised one, at that. That gap in experience is all it takes to turn hyperintelligence into a blunder.

"That's not true, or you would've called him before! What did I say? How am I supposed to know what I did wrong if you won't tell me?"

He goes to tug Gaeta's sleeve.