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There was a fair deal of mystery that surrounded the fates. Atlas was rather surprised that someone roughly his age was capable of communing with them and was willing to offer this as a marketable skill to someone else. The crease in his brow deepened and he frowned while he mulled his thoughts over.
 
Fennec explained that they did not seek things that he would think to offer in return for the information he might get from the fates. They desired things that he kept close to him: secrets. The inkjet figure wasn’t sure if he was capable of simply offering one of his secrets to someone he’d only just met, or to an ambiguous figure that might provide him with details about his future. All of it made his head spin.
 
“What kind of secrets do they like, Fennec?”
 
His voice was soft and uncertain, but he was willing to try. If she wanted to exploit such willingness, no one would stop her.