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Her original assesment of the other was slowly morphing. No, she wasn't pitiable. Starbuck now looked upon her with respect that bordered on awe. Her eye was a mark of her gift. Potema, it is so good to meet you, she said ardently. I am Starbuck.

She listened to Potema's explanation raptly, then replied with a summary of her own abilities. I do not often have visions, she admitted. My Sight is clouded when I seek my own future, but sometimes the way forward is illuminated for me. I can better read the future for others. Starbuck quite preferred it that way. She would rather help others and let her own future be nebulous.