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there was something different about aiolos that made him seem like someone totally separate from earlier memories. huojin wondered if he’d simply conjured his own idea of who his father ought to have been, but even so, he thought that he liked this version better.

aiolos walked with a quiet confidence that huojin seemed to imitate, albeit without much success. 你要我怎么说话?, he asked, hoping that he might be able to use their language rather than common.

ακόμα θυμάμαι.. uhm.. some of this, huojin went on to explain. without anyone to practice with, his knowledge of olo’s tongue had quickly deteriorated. you can teach more to me? it could be something they bonded over, huo thought.