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ACOLYTE 4: (pointing at Noc) Why concern yourself, Acolyte? You give yourself to Xundítriggar. No different from any other.

NOC: No different. No matter what I bring to him? No matter what skills? Or memories?

ACOLYTE 6: O... I don’t trust you.

ACOLYTE 4: (standing, spilling food out of his canister, angry) I already forgot what you told us of yourself, vagrant! I already forgot your name!

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