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Fennec explained that the way she would determine how that scenario would go would be to listen to the fates and they would tell her. This immediately overwhelmed the inky yearling. His brow furrowed and he stiffened, unsure how he should address the proposition without actually understanding what she meant by it. Did they have to go somewhere to address these fates? How did they get their knowledge? What did it cost to have that information shared with him and the girl Fennec? The longer he thought about how she’d worded it, the more his anxieties raged inside of him.
 
“Who uh… who’re the fates? Do they require anything in exchange for what they tell you? And… how do they get their information?”
 
Atlas hoped that asking these things wouldn’t perturb her. He didn’t want to have the girl vanish before he had a chance to parse through what she’d said and determine if it would be beneficial for him. Atlas did not want to do anything that would bring harm or dishonor to his brother or his family. He did not want to be indebted to something he could never repay either.