[ Sometimes Martha wonders if Agent Copper is a liar.
No one is that helpful, that clean or that good. And if he's that good, no goodness comes without a price. (Martha had paid her debts to the man the mountains, only to realize he'd been a liar too.)
She ignores his question, turning now in her seat, pressing her back flush against the door so that she can stare at him in profile. One of Martha's hands reaches up and pulls back her hood so that he can see her staring, her brow lowered over her eyes in vague suspicion. ] No one's fine all the time, [ she says, not realizing the hypocrisy of it. ]
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No one is that helpful, that clean or that good. And if he's that good, no goodness comes without a price. (Martha had paid her debts to the man the mountains, only to realize he'd been a liar too.)
She ignores his question, turning now in her seat, pressing her back flush against the door so that she can stare at him in profile. One of Martha's hands reaches up and pulls back her hood so that he can see her staring, her brow lowered over her eyes in vague suspicion. ] No one's fine all the time, [ she says, not realizing the hypocrisy of it. ]