Mount Apikuni she had nowhere else to go

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Likewise, Lecter also sometimes lost sight of the fact that Atka and Sos were aspects, not enemies; it sufficed in his mind that he was bound to the Black God, and that Atka had no place in his life. Whatever fleeting moment of pride or happiness the shaman experienced was dashed doubly; first by her admission that she had not intended to tell him of the lives he had planted, and second by the revelation that they were to end in destruction.

Being a creature who firmly believed that Jinx spoke to the gods, Lecter could not criticize her communion with them any more than he would have accepted her skepticism of his own conversation with Sos. His jaw tensed perceptibly, his gaze fading back into the glacial nature that was so common to him as he glanced once more to her lithe belly before turning his full attention upon her lovely face.

"I cannot fight against the will of my God," the pale madman muttered softly, though with an effort that almost cost him his air of calm. "I only ask that you allow me to speak with Sos before you do this...thing, and allow my presence there." Lecter knew fully that he had no right to ask this of Jinx, but the question remained posed nevertheless.

"Am I the only one who knows?" he inquired after several heartbeats, not allowing himself the comfort of relaxed muscles; he remained tense, less he fall into grief before her. The children she carried would have been his last, the powerful span of two shamanic and blessed wolves, creatures of Sos and Shearwater — but if the Dark Bear wanted them for Himself, who was Lecter to deny that command?