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NAVICHET: (shouting at the god, pointing at Xundítriggar) He brings you forth like a gleanèd thing-- Is that all that you--

(Xund́triggar kicks her, knocking her to the floor)

XUNDÍTRIGGAR: Why, Gleaner? You seek what I seek-- I promise it to you! (Shouting) You-- this is what you wanted!

NAVICHET: (getting herself up) I don’t want to be like you.

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