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Once again, he was verbally accosted. This time, Reek felt a wave of guilt rise in his chest. Who was he to interpret the will of the Daystar? He who knew so little. He had overstepped his bounds as a result of his earthly desires and his pride. His head hung low with shame. The Seer, she was the mouthpiece -- the one who spoke the will of God himself. He sucked his teeth and felt himself a blasphemer.

Though he loved Vuk, not just for her flesh, but the beautiful soul the lived beneath, Reek knew what he must do. But before he could speak, the Seer was walking away. Reek strode after her at a quick pace, hoping to keep up.

"No, no," he spoke, half-pleading. She had not been wrong about him, he would prove it to be so. His devotion to Raas was strong -- and in turn, he was devoted to the Seer. "But, I am no priest... Not yet. I am a student." One day, perhaps he would feel himself worthy. "I am ignorant, but I am devoted to learning. Whatever must be done, I will do. When will the cleansing begin?" He asked, hoping to set himself back on the path.