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Though Kigipigak did not much feel like laughing, he could not help the sombre chuckle that emanated from his chest. Kukutux was like the mother he had never had; she was somehow much like his Sedna, but simultaneously softer than her, with a wise streak that he presumed all women carried. To hear her speak now - with such emotion - wasn't strange exactly, but a little out of place. Perhaps the children in her belly spoke through her.

His low laughter did die out, though. Kigipigak was glad to have found kin in this place; but he thought of Sakhmet too, and what she could have been to him. What she was.

I hope I am good enough, he remarks in a rare bout of crypticism. What if it was Kigipigak that had driven her away, somehow? He could not think of any reason Sakhmet would abandon him, especially given her history of being abandoned by others. She knew the pain of it. It was fresh for Kigipigak; devoted as he was to others, vanishing in such a way could only mean something ill had befallen her. But, what if...?

If you are well now, I will go. The man announces. I have places I wish to look. If you see me again, it is because I have failed. Failure was not a common practice for the Tartok warrior and he would not take kindly to it.