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<blockquote data-quote="Unsung" data-source="post: 6567734" data-attributes="member: 6781406">The modron takes its time answering its question, but its eyes do not stray from Rusty's central core, never once distracted by the empty mask that sits above what others might assume to be its shoulders. It takes back the cards and answers Shard after she speaks.&quot;Yes, The Divine Spark, Which Is Carried Within All Things. I Am A Firm Believer In This Principle,&quot; says Fourish calmly. &quot;But You Say, 'Fallen'. Fallen. Risen. Gone Rogue. Turned Coat And Do-Si-Doed. Mere Semantics. What Matters Is That I Have Chosen-- Made A Choice That Is Mine And Mine Alone. As, Perhaps, This One Has, Or Soon Will,&quot; Fourish continues to look levelly at Rusty.&quot;You And I Are No Longer Modrons, But Individuals. More Than This Would Be Difficult To Be Certain Of Without Presuming A Good Deal. We Are. Hmm.&quot;The modron glances up at Shard, then down at her feet, as at the moment the old tomcat comes threading its way back through the bar.&quot;...Strays,&quot; Fourish finishes, looking back at Rusty.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Unsung, post: 6567734, member: 6781406"] The modron takes its time answering its question, but its eyes do not stray from Rusty's central core, never once distracted by the empty mask that sits above what others might assume to be its shoulders. It takes back the cards and answers Shard after she speaks. "Yes, The Divine Spark, Which Is Carried Within All Things. I Am A Firm Believer In This Principle," says Fourish calmly. "But You Say, 'Fallen'. Fallen. Risen. Gone Rogue. Turned Coat And Do-Si-Doed. Mere Semantics. What Matters Is That I Have Chosen-- Made A Choice That Is Mine And Mine Alone. As, Perhaps, This One Has, Or Soon Will," Fourish continues to look levelly at Rusty. "You And I Are No Longer Modrons, But Individuals. More Than This Would Be Difficult To Be Certain Of Without Presuming A Good Deal. We Are. Hmm." The modron glances up at Shard, then down at her feet, as at the moment the old tomcat comes threading its way back through the bar. "...Strays," Fourish finishes, looking back at Rusty. [/QUOTE]

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