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They listen to me when no one else will.
inji's expression scrunches in thoughtfulness. it was such a strange thing, to her; religion and the fervor others had for it, especially here. there were glorious altars and praises sung and blessings given by those who allegedly held authority in the court of the divine. she found it chaotic, but in some way beautiful.
perhaps she should get more into it. perhaps she needed it in the same way the jodai seemed to.
maybe they would help guide the path she and khusobek now walked.
she scoots closer as she dips her head into a nod at the feeble sound of the question. of course.