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The knot in my throat grows harder. He’s not doing this entirely for himself, then? He’s doing it for me, too? Oh, Aron, you big arrogant lug. If you were here right now, I’d kiss the shit out of you.
I look over at the Spidae, who stares at the web in front of him, obviously seeing things that I don’t. His eyes have that strange, unfocused look, and every so often, he reaches up as if to adjust something, only to stop himself again.
Wait, he’s a god, isn’t he? If so, where’s his anchor? Maybe he’s crazier than I thought. Didn’t Aron say an anchor was the only way for the gods to learn? To relate to mortals?
Maybe the Spidae is wrong—maybe we do survive if we win and he’s just fucking with me.
I look over at him again with a narrowed gaze.
The Spidae’s watching me out of the corner of his eyes. Mmmhmm. That fucker thinks he’s smarter than me.
Even though he’s thrown a few bombshells, I still think there’s more to learn.