They both laughed; she was not sure why, but the moment was magical. They were seated around like waxworks, isolated yet bound together by tension and dread. Again, the aura of a film; larger than life, grainy, brooding. And while she was on fire with thirst and bewilderment, she became aware that the centre of her mind was cool, clear and observant.
He had to remain with the Nevilles to protect them from Pierre. Sometimes it takes very little. No, even he can't be indestructible. Haven't you ever listened to a thing I've told you? It's great fun skating on thin ice but you never, ever let yourself fall into the depths.
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