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enraptured, he listened to her tale, all the while feeling the too-familiar tug of the sea on his bones. he was intrigued that she gave the ocean a pronoun--not to mention a name--but said nothing of it for now, letting her words fade slowly into the blissful morning air. when the question came, he shook his head, a small sigh escaping him.

if he knew that, he'd know everything.

i have not been told, govinda responded, staring at her with mournful golden eyes. i--i don't know. i guess that is for me to find out, with time. he didn't know why she had been spared, either. only the divine could answer those kinds of queries. did she not know that? i am here, though, as are you. we go on.