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otem Can we go back before the morning took you? And every dream of you was gone Kisamoa's honesty took Otem by surprise. Whatever she took him for, openly self-criticizing was not part of it. Silently the dust-dappled girl waited for the power and arrogant confidence she associated with the mongrel-deity, but it never came. There wasn't much time to dwell on this fact, for as the small ball of light wafted towards Otem her budding skepticism of Kisamoa was instantly pushed out. For the first time in a long time Otem felt excited. Here was something she could actually do. A tangible goal and purpose! How would bringing balls of light to those not gathered at the meeting make a difference? Didn't matter. What were the balls of light? Didn't matter. Did Kisamoa actually have a plan, or couldn't this just be some fools errand to keep them busy while the mutated god continued his steady trek towards self annihilation? Didn't matter. Thank you. Otem thought towards Kisamoa. This was a new skill she'd recently learned after her battle with the Magnus Metus, and for as secretive as Otem could be, she rather liked being able to communicate in this silent telepathic way.

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