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He paused, his gaze unwavering. "The experience made me understand the fear our mother, Nana, has for our safety and our decisions. It made me understand how… coveted we are. Outside of our world, we are a delectable prize, a piece of pie most things want to grab a slice of."

"This world lacks a place for the dead. Your divinity's feeling wasn't wrong; what is wrong is your response to its prompting. The Keles I know represent death—cold, yet with an alluring embrace to welcome those who pass. But right now," he stated, his voice flat and unforgiving, "the one standing in front of me is not her." His hand dropped from her shoulder as if it had suddenly turned to ice. "You are allowing an alien world to dictate your actions rather than you dictating what you will do. You are Keles goddess of death, not a puppet of some world's lack of order."