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An exclamation point. Even if it takes forever in the dry, arid, dusty eons of seeming nothingness.
From any group, a few stand out. When those few are collected into a large enough pool, another group of those will stand out. On it goes until they find Shiva. And, in time, Shiva finds God. And when that happens, all bets are off. Hmm, or does Shiva find them, and God find Shiva. Murky, and God, benevolent as hell mind you, is trickier than all. In a goodly manner.
It may be, simply, on the mortal plain, that he keeps what he kills... but I... like to think it's a whole lot more than that. Even so, he keeps his title only so long as he can keep up. And keep his head.
It doesn't even cost much. A bastard, your bastard for a song.
Amen.
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