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(A villager X stands across the table from Navichet. Gallot has engaged another villager aside)

X: The lightning. THe explosion.

NAVICHET: (pushing her bowl to one side) I am sorry about that.

X: (kneeling now, elbows on the table) TIlal might be cranky about the apiaries-- but I think you’re like to be forgiven.

NAVICHET: It’s-- it’s something I gleaned. It’s a... connection. To a sort of power.

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