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He was my talla.” Her soul mate—though, in Atlantean terms, soul mates weren’t always a cozy and romantic concept. Hatred was just as strong as love, in terms of a metaphysical catalyst.
I couldn’t quite identify the expression that lit up his face, but it wasn’t nearly as comfortable as plain gratitude. “You saved my life.”
While I am sparing in my protection, I am very generous in my reckoning. Such is the nature of Justice.”
thought. “I think people make themselves beautiful. I think everything on our outside is a line sketch, and whatever’s on the inside blows those lines into three dimensions.
considered its most seldom occurrence. Tallas were a pairing of souls; a joining of Will and way. It wasn’t exactly true love, though certainly lovers have become tallas. But there are also stories of mortal enemies developing a bond: soldiers on a battlefield, warring Arcana, court rivals. Hatred and conflict can be as strong as love and intimacy.
