[God, John, so crude. He laughs, a genuine but unpleasant laugh, boyish and in the back of his throat.]
Stand up.
[A sing-song statement, still grinning brightly. To John it should sound like a good idea - the very best idea. It's the right thing to do, not because Petre told him to, but because it's now seeped into his common sense. It's as good as one of his own ideas.
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Stand up.
[A sing-song statement, still grinning brightly. To John it should sound like a good idea - the very best idea. It's the right thing to do, not because Petre told him to, but because it's now seeped into his common sense. It's as good as one of his own ideas.
That's how his power works.]