[Mamoru doesn't acquiesce or nod; the acknowledgment comes in a roll of his shoulders that's not a shrug, but a mere shake off the seemingly permanent weight that lays on them, the wear of someone who hasn't taken a break for ages.]
Have you wondered, though? [His lip twitches.] About what would happen if we pushed back?
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Have you wondered, though? [His lip twitches.] About what would happen if we pushed back?