（ he wasn't. but it serves him better here to lie. he puts it together quickly — the kefta, the colors, the shadow of fear that makes her seem outside herself. it's like searching for the tumbler in a lock, the click and turn of the rake and the press of the tension wrench. the world falls open to him, and alina with it. ）
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（ he wasn't. but it serves him better here to lie. he puts it together quickly — the kefta, the colors, the shadow of fear that makes her seem outside herself. it's like searching for the tumbler in a lock, the click and turn of the rake and the press of the tension wrench. the world falls open to him, and alina with it. ）
I can't imagine you wearing his colors otherwise.