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"Cammuravi."
"Yes, Ethel?"
She always addressed him so boldly, so immediately. This, he knew, was why he was so drawn to her. Though small, she carried irrepressible ambition and discipline.
And an impatient stare.
"I've met many girls here in the city incredibly eager to learn of my orientation, due to my existence outside the Flame Clock system. Since you have been conscious longer than I, I trust your judgement. What is my orientation?"
"I..."
So boldly. So immediately. And according to the entirety of his miniscule self-knowledge, null.
"Your orientation is your battle stance. Come. Let me show you."