“Because until now…” he whispered softly, “I didn’t know all changelings weren’t on the same side. You’re slipping, chére.” Thorax recoiled at the words, scrambling back from him. He chuckled lightly. “Oh, I had my suspicions, sure: the way you acted, your complete ambivalence to certain references to ‘the fishery’, which always gets a rise out of the local ‘lings without fail, even the accent of your true voice. But now I have some confirmation. No wonder I have no idea why you’re tagging along with Handy. My entire reference pool is unreliable when it comes to you. All the more fascinating, of course.”