Percy starts to say something, stops. Breathes out, slowly, maintaining his fragile self-control.
"How did you ..." He looks up at Crichton, blinking behind his glasses. "How did you come to be there? You're not from here, I know that much, but I don't think you came with them either."
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"How did you ..." He looks up at Crichton, blinking behind his glasses. "How did you come to be there? You're not from here, I know that much, but I don't think you came with them either."