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Osiris nodded, taking in the invaluable information that Hydra provided; leadership, he anticipated, would be riddled by tough decisions. "That makes sense," he drawled as they began to walk, acknowledging what had been said. "I'd like to join you next time you accept a member of the pack," Osiris had never been present for such events, "If at all possible—so I know if my gut is correct, too." He licked his lips, feeling another flicker of doubt, but soon after willed it away; emotion, he knew, would only hinder his capabilities. 

"What will be our first step?" he asked then, changing the subject altogether. "Meeting with my proposed memebers?" he guessed.