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her joke goes over ingram's head and he pauses for a moment, mind reeling and the gears turning rapidly to try to make sense. family? he had no recognized family; not anymore. worst part, she wasn't wrong. praimfaya had heard the voices of the past commanders, too. only she called them for what they were: their ancestors. ingram, in a desperate attempt to distance himself as much as possible from his mother's culture, chose to call them something else.

still, her joke hits a little too close to home and a fierce scowl darkens his scarred visage; though he gives no words of either confirmation or denial.

I do not know, replies ingram, truthfully. i didn't ask, didn't question. in a way that has been truly him for a long time, he had been a blind follower of the listener and her faith. the iron guardian and nothing more.