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"There's always that chance. Simon had to take it when he was trying to put me back together." She unfolded from lotus and drew her knees to her chin. "I suppose you just have to define your range of values for 'worse'." She looked over at him, moving just her head. "It was worse, being what I was, being broken, than anything Simon could have done... because at least he was trying to fix it." She shrugged then, looking away. "Why don't you ask her?" she suggested, as if she were asking his opinion on ice cream flavors... or something decidedly less important.