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Such a poor thing! Omerus was such a nervous, dependent little creature. Augustus wondered how this man had survived without him from time to time. Oh, what does it matter now? He's here, under Augustus's wing. It's the best place to be.

Wherever The Savior goes, he says, tipping his nose towards her trail. She tells me where heaven is and I lead you all there. Come now, walk with me.

He began to walk in the opposite direction, not bothering to check if Omerus was following him. He knew he would follow. How have you been Omerus? Alright I hope.