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-Zadireth had slowed down a bit to give Demearath a chance to catch up. "Yes, another witch," he replied easily, "though I would learn to let go of that terminology, if I were you. We are Chosen. And we are going to a place whose population is composed almost entirely of Chosen, many of whom would be much discomfited if you were to persistently call them 'witches' to their faces - though most will forgive a few lapses from a newcomer."
+Zadireth had slowed down a bit to give Demarath a chance to catch up. "Yes, another witch," he replied easily, "though I would learn to let go of that terminology, if I were you. We are Chosen. And we are going to a place whose population is composed almost entirely of Chosen, many of whom would be much discomfited if you were to persistently call them 'witches' to their faces - though most will forgive a few lapses from a newcomer."
 "As for your other questions - yes, I said 'see through time'. As to //how// that works, I haven't the faintest idea. She's the only one who has it, and she can get frustrated just trying to translate for those of us stuck in the here and now. It's enough to know that she can, in fact, really do it. The first time I met her, she was able to determine a good portion of my childhood, much to my discomfort, though usually it takes her more time to get any detail."}}
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 "I suppose it doesn't matter," she muttered indistinctly. "We have to go somewhere. Back isn't an option, and I don't want to stay in these ruins whether that's an option or not."}}
-{{wst>reh|Regret clenches around Demarath's throat as Ilirith goes into her tirade,antennae flattening against his neck apologetically. Honestly, he expected it would probably be something along these lines. It was a stupid question to ask, she'd lost so much -- though really, hadn't they both? But she'd had so much more to lose -- a position she seemed to accept, with the respect and trust of the Matriarch. And now that very Matriarch was dead, by the hand of one of her least favorite people in the world.
+{{wst>reh|Regret clenches around Demarath's throat as Ilirith goes into her tirade, antennae flattening against his neck apologetically. Honestly, he expected it would probably be something along these lines. It was a stupid question to ask, she'd lost so much -- though really, hadn't they both? But she'd had so much more to lose -- a position she seemed to accept, with the respect and trust of the Matriarch. And now that very Matriarch was dead, by the hand of one of her least favorite people in the world.
 And what had he lost, by comparison? Status he'd inherited from his mother, but little he could claim as his own. A job that kept him safe from the public eye and offered him a small chance to be useful, even if it had become mindlessly repetitive. A family... a sharp pang struck him as he realized, for the first time since their flight, that he'd probably never see his mother or his father Ashernath again. Even the thought of no longer having to put up with his sisters' political games had a tinge of bitterness to  it.