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… my two little ones are resembling him more and more everday. Ixion like the former-the way he doesn’t say anything when Shiva pulls his hair; Shiva-the latter, the way she clings to me. No matter how many times we are in the fields, playing games--they will smile, but … I know.
… They are my Zanarkand, are they not? A thousand years I will give them, me alone--no one else.
… They are my Zanarkand, are they not? A thousand years I will give them, me alone--no one else.