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  Dallear sat back on the cushioned seat of the train, letting his head rest against it and closing his eyes for a few moments. They were bruised, they were confused, they were angry and scared but they were alive and, if Catyah's idea worked, they were free of the Priests' persecution. For the moment, at least. He opened his eyes again to look at the Exorcist, who was leaning against the set of four seats next to his, looking at the drawing that showed the different lines, where they intersected each other and the stations. She looked different from when they had met that same Morning but he couldn't quite point that difference.

          Sighing, he looked way as the kai panel at the end of the carriage lit up to announce the next station. The carriage was empty except for them, as was most of the train; after all, there weren't many people who wanted to travel to the Old Rings at Night.