"Yeah, Harmony, you really don't want much of that..." Corey says, slightly forlornly, when he looks up from the dishes.
"There's juice, Lyta. And just to say again, Argo, I can get you some water and fix you some toast..."
He looks around. Things had, of course, happened. Corey had barely been able to understand any of what he'd been told -- having just come out of Nightmares Mode at the time had not helped -- but it was definitely Messed up. What was a clear fact was that Misha was family, and had been through Hell, and that exacerbated any philosophical dilemmas considerably.
Still. In the depths of Corey-logic...
"I never enjoyed Antigone," he says aloud, looking at Irina. "But it wasn't like she was Orestes or something."
...Corey logic does not always translate immediately as comprehensible by most people.
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