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"You're so welcome. And that's interesting. Really interesting." Is bringing up Horse Face's 'special qualities' kind of a scorched-earth option? You doubt Horse Face will be pleased with you. But then again you don't actually care about anything he has to say, and being the one to rescue Madrigal is several leagues more important. "That you'd work with <span class="mu-i">Mr. Garvin.</span> I wouldn't think he's in line with your— your values."
Lucky narrows his eyes.
You raise your voice. "Seeing how he <span class="mu-i">consorts</span> with things <span class="mu-i">most unnatural.</span> Like dead gods, for instance?"
"What on earth are you talking about?"
He doesn't remember. Well, of course he doesn't. "Not that many nights ago, your <span class="mu-i">trusted associate</span> crept out into the Fen under the cover of darkness. There he found a temple of great significance, and conducted a <span class="mu-i">foul rite,</span> sacrificing his life essence to con- consort— I said that. To consort with things MOST UNNATURAL, i.e. an actual dead pagan god fish man thing, who then summoned a great tempest and perverted the flow of time itself..."
"Let me rephrase that," Lucky says. "What the <span class="mu-i">hell</span> are you talking about, Ms. Fawkins."
"Uh," you say. "This— this happened. Pretty recently. There was a giant current, which was like a real current, and also a time current, I think, and I got to the middle of it and Horse F— and Garvin was there summoning the fish man thing. Which said it was a god. And I'm pretty sure it was a god, because I convinced it to make it like none of that ever happened. And then it didn't ever happen, except in my— in my memory, I guess. Also, you were there. You and Jesse. I don't think you ever made it to the middle of it, though, or you'd remember all this."
"Ms. Fawkins..." Lucky wipes the inside corner of his eye. "You have an active imagination. Have you considered you're recalling a dream you had? Or a fantasy?"
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"Uh," you say. "It was real, though. It actually— it did happen. The god just made it not happen after the fact. Was I not clear about explaining that? I thought I was—"
"Ms. Fawkins, we can't— this is ludicrous. Do you have <span class="mu-i">anything</span> besides hearsay to back this up?"
Gil: out of the question. Monty: dicey. "...Horse Face can— I mean, Garvin can confirm it. <span class="mu-i">He</span> remembers."
"Then we will ask him posthaste. I suspect we will then be at an impasse." He shakes his head slightly. "What did any of this story have to do with your objections to the search and rescue team?"
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