He didn't answer right away, choosing instead to stroke her hair awhile longer. The brief moment of humor was gone.
"I do," he finally said aloud in the dark. "Right after Red Room got a hold of me. I dream I'm back on the operating table, gagged, chained down, and the doctor is opening my chest without any anesthesia. My mother is standing there stroking my forehead and telling me that it's all right, the test will be over soon."
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