[ His eyes fix on the coin, and narrow, slightly; no, he saw this. He caught a glimpse, as he was walking into CES to find another way to cope with the news that Cassel was (apparently) being pulled beyond his reach. But he hadn't thought about it. It hadn't registered. He reaches out and rests his fingertips on the warped metal, as though to confirm that it's real. ]
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Maybe he does.