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There was little reaction to his comment except a thoughtful glance to the path ahead, and Glaukos didn't probe with his own questions, because he didn't think to do it, and he wouldn't have cared enough to know about some girl's life; she had barely lived it, compared to all the experiences he'd had by her age.

Anaang.

There was a time he had been brought to heel by the witch woman, he remembered that much. Tiuttuk's query made his remaining ear twitch, the close-cropped scars near their connecting points throb in a flashback of earned pain.

I remember playing a prank on her, which was putting his theft of her prized tusk far too mildly. He had meant to hurt her. —And I don't think she appreciated it. She... called me Nuak, if that means anything. It hadn't to him, then, and it didn't now—but it was also a language he'd never learned, from a woman he'd considered old and crazed at the time.

I eventually left the area altogether. Got linked up with the General—ah, a man named Germanicus, who needed soldiers. He gave me a lot of the discipline I was lacking. He spoke fondly of the man even though the memory brought to mind a war, a boulder, and hard lessons; and even within that, Glaukos' tone remained stagnant.