““Let me put it this way: Would you like to go off on your own now?” The arachne hunched. Tocohl saw herself reflected in the ebony eye of its lens. “Do you mean without you?” “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.” “I wouldn’t like that at all. Who’d explain things to me? Who would I talk to?” The arachne began to rock. “You wouldn’t make me go away without you, would you, Tocohl? Say you wouldn’t. Say it in Jenji.””
