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He didn't like how swiftly she had responded to him. The expression on his face shifted to one of concern, but he did not deny her immediately. Some vile thing in the pit of his stomach said that it was worth finding out - it was worth seeing if he was capable. Atlas could not think of a secret that he could stand to part with. He stood with a frustrated expression for a few long moments before he looked to the fair-haired girl and frowned. 

"I will have to think on it," he informed her solemnly. 

"Where could I find you when I've decided?"

Fear and anxiety stabbed at his innards. The inkjet figure wasn't sure if she would be willing to wait for him to find a secret worthy of sharing with the fates. He wasn't eager to admit it, but Atlas knew that he did not carry that many interesting thoughts within him. There were only a few that he imagined would be good enough, and those were difficult to part with.