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I've never had many friends.
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Where would I belong here? The Choiristers? Hermetics? Verbena?
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People have a right to know what they're capable of, and to choose how they do things. Destroying everyone else to protect humans protects nobody.
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I wonder how many people killed for this were just people like me. I wonder how many people just like me eventually killed for this.
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Castaways and cut outs. Exchanging centuries of knowledge for freedom and a do-it-yourself (or maybe find-it-yourself) ethic.
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I'd like a consor. Or to be a consor to some other denizen, as my "Tradition" often is. The exchange of ideas and knowledge between two sapient species is fascinating.
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| Other Denizens
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Most of the Hollowers who hang around these people end up dead. Not undead. Just dead.
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Switch the word "Gaia" with "Jesus" or "Allah" and see if what you're doing still seems like a good idea. I don't like religious fanatics much, but that's all I know about them.
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Something I'm looking into, now that I can turn on the Sight. Is this really what death's like?
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Apparently some Hollowers can see them, and have some kinda defense against their Paradox. I don't know anything about them, though.
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They gave much knowledge to us, including the knowledge of magic, even if they had to Fall to do it. I'd like to meet one!
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