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Hydra was concise in her explanation, and Osiris listened with progressively bated breath; it was as though she had somehow read his mind. Since the embassy, Osiris had found himself with a newfound aspiration: leading alongside his mother. His interests had stemmed from his interactions with the leaders that they'd met along the way. Although Osiris hadn't voiced his desires, he had considered them at length— chiefly about how he could fit into Moonspear's upper hierarchy. Hydra, it seemed, had other plans, and her proposed expansion made sense in the grand scheme of things. 

Osiris was flabberghasted and honored, despite his level expression. Inhaling, he attempted to steady the unexpeted onslaught of sentiments that he felt. "It would be my greatest honor," he replied promptly, feeling as though he could finally breathe. "When would the training begin?" He was at the ready, willing to do whatever she requested.