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[horus_neferti]

I need to speak with the whoever operates the greenhouse.

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[d_dreiberg]

Did you get a mysterious gift, too?

[horus_neferti]

I did. But the cost is too high for me to bear.

[d_dreiberg]

What did you receive?

[horus_neferti]

a fig tree. Bearing ripe fruit. I gave it to Yorda and the greenhouse. I won't accept their bribes.

[d_dreiberg]

How exactly is it a bribe?

[horus_neferti]

They are trying to buy us. Giving us things we want. They act like gods, seeking our thanks.

I will have no part in it.

[d_dreiberg]

I certainly didn't ask for anything.

Why is being grateful suddenly a sin?

[horus_neferti]

None of us did. And yet they gave us things we loved, things we wanted. How could they know that, Daniel? How could they know all of our desires? And why do they care?

It's not a sin. But you never thank the devil for buying your soul.

[d_dreiberg]

No one is buying my soul.

[horus_neferti]

Not yet you mean. How much more does your soul cost?

[d_dreiberg]

You give me too little credit, Neferti.

[horus_neferti]

You didn't answer my questions.

Do you think you can bargain with the devil and win, Daniel?

[d_dreiberg]

There isn't such a thing as 'win' in a deal with the devil.

[horus_neferti]

And what part of winning are we doing here?

[d_dreiberg]

We're not winning, dear. We're surviving.

Think of the gifts as visual reminders of your goal, nothing more, nothing less.

[horus_neferti]

And your owl. It's nothing more than a visual reminder of your goal? Can you honestly say that to me?

We're not winning. We've already lost.