[ He comes awake as though she'd hurled freezing-cold water on him, sitting up abruptly. His eyes fly fully open, and his face is - in a rare moment of vulnerability - quite frightened. His lips part, and he - Byerly Vorrutyer, man of enormous wit - asks the idiotic question: ]
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How?
[ And then the only slightly less idiotic: ]
How - do you know?