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The assessment was a valid one; Atlas was far from interesting and far from being someone worth going out of the way to chat with. He’d struggled with this internally since a young age but had arrived at the conclusion that he was far from exceptional in any way, shape, or form. Perhaps this could change with time, but the inkwell yearling had many doubts on the matter. Try as he might, he simply paled in comparison to his other family members.
 
Fennec was a name he had not heard before. He stored the moniker in his mind, pairing it with the pale young woman with peculiar eyes. The girl’s gaze was something he was rather eager to comment on, wanting to let her know that he’d never seen someone’s eyes take such a pretty milk-like color before. Instead, he was derailed, and the subject arrived on his mother.
 
“Ah, yeah… she’s my mom. Maybe you’ve met my brother Osiris? Or the other dark one Antares?” The good ones, he added internally.