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"He could do it for no reason at all, too. He's a commissar, that's their purpose," he says, "I was a black marketeer. Smuggler. That shit."

"So how does a smuggler end up a soldier? Bad luck?"

"It was that or jail. So bad luck, I guess."

"Well, perhaps your luck is improving."

He coaxes Rawne's head down for another kiss.

"I hope so." He leans into the kiss, shifting so the angle is better.