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Glitch had been absent for two days.

Moreso than in the usual way, he had spent two days with the alchemists and medics and Raw, the comforting presence of his friend connecting him to the current problem.

They'd talked it over. Him, the alchemist and Ambrose. Except he and Ambrose didn't really talk, being as how he was Ambrose, except that he wasn't and that was really part of the problem, except when it wasn't.

It was enough to give anyone a headache.

He had asked them to give him time. To think about it. Everyone had agreed to give him his space and he had gone to think.

Thinking, as it turned out, meant sitting up on the railing of a balcony, looking over the O.Z. and finding that for once, he didn't glitch and forget.

The one time he wouldn't have minded it.

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Glitch cocks his head, and then realises.

"I thought... you said I needed a new coat. You were the one convinced me to get it." He screws his eyes shut and shakes his head, rolling it on Cain's shoulder. "Doesn't matter.

"Thank you."

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He can still feel the ill wind chilling his bones. It's disconcerting; it makes him long for warmth. The stench of iron is in his nose, too far up for him to breathe it out.

"You do. You need a new coat." He takes a deep breath, ignoring the figments of his imagination. Glitch's hair certainly doesn't smell like iron.

But the zipper does.

"It's a good coat, and you needn't thank me. It just--" He isn't sure how to explain. He doesn't think he's got the proper words for it. Won't stop him trying, not when he'd shiver from the cold if only he remembered how. He can't have a lake of ice between them. He won't.

"I can remember a time when you weren't forced to choose between a bad thing and something worse. Rubs me the wrong way you can't."

Whether he means you in general, or you, Glitch, is entirely up to interpretation. It's perfectly possible he means both.

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Glitch doesn't really mind what he means, so long as he's being sincere and so very righteously angry about it. Righteous for him and all the others who got screwed by all of this.

"It could be worse, Wyatt. We have the option to transplant. That was more than most people really thought would be available." He tipped his head back to look up at those pale, blue eyes. "It's not as good as it could have been, but they can stop the really bad glitches. The ones that hurt. And that'll be enough, yeah? Maybe... I'm better off not remembering, hey? Some days I bet you could forget what happened as easily as I do, am I right?"