"Never interrupt your enemy when they're explaining away your crimes for you."
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For the first time since I'd learned she existed, Professor Laurana Delacroix looked confused.
Not suspicious. Not angry. Not wearing that cold "gotcha" expression of someone who'd caught a liar red-handed.
No. This was worse. This was the bewilderment of a scientist staring at data that broke her entire understanding of how the universe worked. Her violet eyes flickered like candles in a draft, and the floating diagrams around her wavered in response.
"You... do not comprehend the mathematical implications of what occurred?"
