"My worst enemy?" Rie put her water aside and leaned forward, staring in confusion at Don. She didn't, as far as she knew, have a worst enemy. She looked down for a moment, recalling all of the people she knew and wondering who would introduce himself as "Talmérië's Worst Enemy."
But Don really seemed distressed. Her face had drained of colour, then flushed violently to red. "Well, Don, I mean, yeah," Rie stammered, "I guess I'd like to know. I don't think I have any worst enemies, but I suppose it wouldn't be a bad idea to know that he or she was here, so I could protect myself. But if it's upsetting you so much--"
Rie broke off. It probably wasn't the telling that was upsetting Don, she realized, so much as the holding back. Whatever she was about to say would upset Rie, but she probably needed to say it. Rie probably needed to know it. It frightened Rie a little bit, but she nodded slowly. "Yes. Yes, Don, I'd like to know, even if it was my worst enemy."
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