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[Her eyes follow, and then one hand. She follows his lead and doesn't touch the paper, but hovers, ends up resting two fingertips on the slim wood of the pencil, the lightest pressure.]

Such a small thing, to kill a god.

[Quiet observation, and below that, awe. Want.]

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