Svag pondered for a moment on what Dementa had told him, then tried to think of something comforting to say. He was never much of a way with words. Her sadness almost made him wish he'd kept his mouth shut. But he never cared for other people. What was making him care now? Probably just a phase, it'll pass soon. Svag thought, not wanting to bear the fact that he was going soft.
"I am Svag," he said, responding to the stange mudokon's earlier question, " I come from the north." Maybe I should tell them more... thought the slig. Yes, a voice inside him seemed to answer. Tell them about the factory, about the mudokon, your father and how he treated you, the voice went on. tell them about the voice on the wind that called you. You ARE still following it... Svag shuttered. Where did that voice come from? It wasn't the same one that called him on this journey, this voice was harsher. No. Svag said, contradicting the voice. They will know when I am sure they can be trusted.
But when will that be? was the voice's final question. Svag himself actually wondered when he COULD actually trust these newcomers.
He shook off those thoughts and looked back up at the group; trying act as cool as possible...
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