[ He stops mid-step, lowering his foot as Viktor approaches - wincing a little at the extra heavy footfall of his mechanized legs. It's fine, probably. ]
I guess. Restoring the land through us, like its blessing.
[ He stares down at his feet. Kahlil's power has always dealt in curses and the sterile land of the Gray Space, though there was a time when he had sometimes exchanged blessings for goods in Amura'taye at the base of the mountain. Even if he had believed they had power, this is so much more tangible.
A shadow passes overhead, and he glances up to catch the flutter of dark wings. Shadows cling to deadened branches of a nearby tree, settling into the shape of birds. ]
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I guess. Restoring the land through us, like its blessing.
[ He stares down at his feet. Kahlil's power has always dealt in curses and the sterile land of the Gray Space, though there was a time when he had sometimes exchanged blessings for goods in Amura'taye at the base of the mountain. Even if he had believed they had power, this is so much more tangible.
A shadow passes overhead, and he glances up to catch the flutter of dark wings. Shadows cling to deadened branches of a nearby tree, settling into the shape of birds. ]