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@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ The moment they're gone, the man carefully sits up and opens his eyes. "...Fucki
 
 The two disguised Yuan-Ti Abominations slither deeper into the city, appearing no different from your average human. They weave around overcrowded bazaars, rancid pubs, temples to undeserving gods, and humanoid stench. Unfortunately, Mother eventually leads Zamir to a public square packed with rowdy onlookers. A man donning a ridiculous outfit stands in the center, elevated by a large crate. He's holding some sort of wooden... something? It has wires and a hole.
 
-Zamir flinches hard as the crowd suddenly screams at the man. What did he do? "Thank you, thank you!" The man cheers with outstretched arms. "I didn't expect such a lovely crowd! I might actually afford a room tonight!" Screaming is praise? The crowds hollering mercifully settles as the man grasps his wooden contraption. "My next song is named after my dearly departed wife, Jeanny. I'll never stop loving you, my sweet."
+Zamir flinches hard as the crowd suddenly screams at the man. What did he do? "Thank you, thank you!" The man cheers with outstretched arms. "I didn't expect such a lovely crowd! I might actually afford a room tonight!" So the screaming is praise? The crowds hollering mercifully settles as the man grasps his wooden contraption. "My next song is named after my dearly departed wife, Jeanny. I'll never stop loving you, my sweet."
 
 The man takes a breath. Then his fingers start to flutter. He plucks the wires along his tool, creating warm tones which somehow perfectly fit together. The audience is utterly enraptured. The man begins speaking, but his pitch is modulated in such a way that it compliments the resonance of the wires.
 
@@ -44,6 +44,14 @@ He speaks about his wife, and how much he loved her. He speaks about the pain of
 
 Zamir had never heard something so beautiful. A strange occurrence, as beauty wasn't something they ever thought about. It unearthed something deep inside that they didn't even know was there. It flooded their very being, filling their emptiness. For the briefest moment they felt whole. But it was too much! They burst from the pressure. Their face felt hot, breathing quickened, eyes watering. What sorcery is this? This tale is so upsetting! How could the man live without Jeanny? How!?
 
-Mother slaps them hard, then slaps them again. They recoil and whimper. "What is wrong with you?" She demands. "No child of mine is this weak. We are leaving. Now." She drags them away with no room for debate. Zamir mutely complies as they try to manage the turmoil within. Neither of them speak until they return to the hidden tunnels and dispel their disguises. The strange sensations had faded away.
+Mother slaps them hard, then slaps them again. They recoil and whimper. "What is wrong with you?" She coldly demands. "No child of mine is this weak. We are leaving. Now." She drags them away with no room for debate. Zamir mutely complies as they try to manage the turmoil within. Neither of them speak until they return to the hidden tunnels and dispel their disguises. By then, the foreign sensations had faded away.
 
-"I... I don't understand what happened." Zamir admits.
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+"I... I don't understand what overcame me." Zamir admits.
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+Mother glares at Zamir for a long moment. "You are not ready for the surface. There is weakness within you that will be purged. Do *not* flaunt it again. Do *not* discuss this with anyone else. We *will* fix you."
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+"But I don't-" *Smack!*
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+"Do not humiliate me." She spits. Zamir quietly nods, as inquiry would only lead to further provocation. Mother cooly slithers away, knowing Zamir will follow. Which they do.
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