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Kigipigak did not live in a world of spirits. His was a physical world that he built, that he controlled through the exacting of his will. Or at least that's what his mother had raised him to be — a beast of pragmatism. Kigipigak found more comfort in Kukutux' explanation than he would admit, despite all of that.

He wanted to be chosen. He had been the one his mother called upon for the culling. He had been given leave to form his own branch of Tartok, chosen to lead when he'd found a suitable partner. Kukutux touched upon something powerful within him and did not know it. If these so-called spirits have chosen him too, then he would have to comply.

Kigipigak is silent as he listens to the woman, but he cannot contain himself for long. You don't think I am rushing in to something? If I do take a wife... If I become a father as these spirits want of me, that would surely displace the man that took me in. How is that right?

By the laws of Tartok it would be justified. That should have been enough.