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simple, ingram replies. i am not very imaginative. perhaps it'd have been easier to believe if he'd have been the same as he was a teenager: sullen, stony. no where as near as talkative as he was these days.

but, he rather liked the sound of his own voice.

nor do i dream unless it's a vision. they are so very rare for me. dreams. no, he 'speaks' with the gods of whom he is linked with in a very different manner, much preferring his threadbones.

who said anything about is being reflections of the gods? ingram counters coyly. given the gods that i have come to know ... i would argue i am not their reflection at all. at least, in the physical sense. the dreadfather wasn't even actually corporeal, though ingram had acted as his vessel for some time and the others ... well he wasn't sure what they looked like, in truth.

she might very well be wrong, ingram does not disagree, though a twitch of his shoulder lets it be known he is not so comfortable doubting ma'at. but my instinct and the dread that lingers in my chest tells me she is not.