[At that, Sandalphon's eyes narrow as he turns his head away from Ion. It's a painful question that hurts, precisely because there's never a real reason.]
I don't know. I can't answer that.
[Thousands of years later, he still can't answer that even for himself.]
I don't understand . . . Why would you question your being chosen?
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I don't know. I can't answer that.
[Thousands of years later, he still can't answer that even for himself.]
I don't understand . . . Why would you question your being chosen?