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[He closes his eyes, and breathes in the moment, and savors the feel of Sampo against him (forehead to forehead, hands against his skin), and keeps from trembling with an effort. Because it's...it's a lot. He's feeling a lot of things, things that can wait until later, when he's alone, when he doesn't have to worry about Belobog, the people, Preservation and what that means, the Fragmentum, duty, duty, duty, it can wait until when he has a moment for himself. (That is to say, never.)

The captain inhales, and exhales a shuddering breath that Lady Bronya might be familiar with, but no one else, and opens his eyes again.]

I want to keep you here. [A small admission.] But you shouldn't stay here for much longer.