[There are like, ten pink balloons on two different green boards...
But that petulant thought dies when he steps up right behind her and takes her hand and the dart with it. Her heart might as well have leapt up into her throat instead.]
I see them.
[Her voice is still sharp, though there's something else to it now beneath all her defiance and pride.]
All ten of them. You are telling me I have to aim for a specific one.
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But that petulant thought dies when he steps up right behind her and takes her hand and the dart with it. Her heart might as well have leapt up into her throat instead.]
I see them.
[Her voice is still sharp, though there's something else to it now beneath all her defiance and pride.]
All ten of them. You are telling me I have to aim for a specific one.