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His eyes set upon her with steely determination, grim in their depth.
“I have combed the threads of time and space,” he said. “I have, in my journeys, sought every possible course, peered into every possible future… and there is but one—one, alone, in which our beloved star lives on; but one in which the life which our people have since the dawn of time shepherded continues to flourish, not in our hands, but those of our children.”
She placed a hand on his, softening the white-knuckled grip he had taken without realizing.
“I knew from the moment our eyes first met that yours had seen the unbearable weight of fate. But that is why I named you my successor. You are our shepherd, Atlas.” The honesty of her gentle smile was unfair. “I will follow you.”
“…Thank you, Venat.”