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of course. no one was more forged in rage than merrick. it had been clear from the moment they met—this man was made in madness. 

but here he was saying that it was possible for surya to become so, too—

i will, he promised, quietly and fervently. his eyes were twin tongues of verdant flame. i will do as you ask—and if i call the bear, will he listen?

he'd never done anything—well, no, that wasn't true. he had prayed before, to the gods of his family, but had never heard anything definitive back. he'd lost a lot of faith in gods, really. but if the bear-god heard him, accepted him into the fold. . .

he gazed upon a point just beyond merrick's shoulder, hoping, waiting.