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It was thrilling to be noticed—even if he did not trust those dark beady eyes set in to a raggedy girl's face, or that coy smile that bordered on disengenuous, Kigipigak wanted to be noticed and wanted to have his ego stroked, so he ignored the warning signs present across the rest of her.

Only when I have to, he remarks cooly, thinking he sounds mysterious, like a Bond villain. I had the unfair advantages of youth and sanity, so it was not exactly a difficult feat. It had been difficult though; Auktuk had not been as far gone as Kigipigak had been led to believe.

He could still feel the ebbing pulse of the man's carotid as if it were held in the grip of his teeth, could feel the warmth of that life fading to an ember and then to cold, and he grew distant as the memory distracted him. Sometimes in his worst dreams his father would come back to fight with Kigipigak—in the morning he would wake up in a panic.