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"I know. But you have a greater fate ahead of you than that of this poor monk." He smiles at me, so peaceful and fatherly that I fling my arms around his neck and hug him close. He pats my back and then whispers in my ear, "Be careful, lest Aron decide I'm stealing you away from him."
"Aron can go fuck himself," I murmur into his ear, but when I pull away, Aron's glowering at us both. He looks…jealous. It's not in a sexual way, of course. Not with Aron. It's more of a someone-else-is-playing-with-his-toys way. I ignore him, still mad about last night.
Omos just chuckles and pulls something from his belt. "He is who he is, Faith. Remember that. Do not expect him to be more or less."
"Yeah, yeah." I'm still sad that I have to trade sweet, gentle Omos for Aron and his Big Dick Energy. Even now that energy is practically blazing with impatience, and he casts another look at the road, as if he were hoping we were already on it. His pack is twice the size of mine, but he's a bigger dude, and strapped to it are what look like a half-dozen homemade spears. On his lower arms, he's got crude leather bracers and has knives strapped there, as well. He's been busy while I slept and talked with Omos.
He looks like he's going to war, and that gives me a chill.
I turn to look at Omos again, and he sees the panic on my face. "It will be all right," he tells me in a gentle voice. "You are here for a reason, Faith. Remember that."
"Yeah, to be a target," I mutter, but I hope he's right to a certain extent. I don't think I'm a chosen one or anything, but maybe the fact that my wagon's hitched to Aron's means something.
Omos shakes his head and presses a pouch into my hand. "This is all the coin I have. It will do you more good than me."
"Oh, Omos, we can't take this." I feel so guilty, because it's clear that he's stripping his kitchen to feed us, and now he's giving us all his money?
"You can and you must. You have a hard road ahead of you, and if a little coin makes it easier, then it is the least I can do." He hesitates and then pulls out a scroll from within his robes and holds it toward me. "This is my letter to my goddess."
"I hope we find her."
"I hope you do not," he says in that same gentle voice. "I would rather you find your way home instead."
My eyes fill with tears. "Me too."