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Malkom slowly climbed the stairs that led out of the station and into the city, his boots making no noise against the stone floor, his lip slightly curled in disgust as he looked at the others, who were walking in front of him. Idiots, all of them, worrying about the silence during their Communions. He hadn't heard the Deities' voice; so what? He was glad they had kept out of his way; having faith meant having a conscience and he didn't need one of those.