[She goes very still for a moment, gaze meeting his. This isn't easy to talk about, but it is easier with him. With anyone else, she'd feel almost like she was betraying Mars, but Alex can understand, she thinks. After a second or so, she turns her wrist, sliding it back so she can squeeze his hand carefully. She appreciates the gesture, and she appreciates him listening.]
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I thought we were fighting for something better.