“You are informed—” Sathiel was trying to double his pomp to make up for her tone, and it made him sound constipated. “—that the wretched mantle may not be so readily doffed. You are the deceiver and the renegade, never to know peace, nor find recognition within the sacred hierarchy. The Hegemony hereby confirms its despite of you. You shall no more be spoken of in the language of the divine.” “Yeah, sure.” She was wishing she’d gone in with more decorum in the first place, but that ship had most definitely sailed. “So… wait. I’m still Unspeakable?” “Indubitably.” “So I get to keep the stuff?”
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