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Unpredictable. Passionate. Full of fire, even if it's banked low into coals. It would be fun. Just talking, with everyone's distinct voices, knowing no one's going to seriously try and destroy each other afterwards. Usually, Shadow Fiend would offer some clear reasoning that I could understand to do things another way, when I'd say something cruel. I could just say whatever cruel things ran most easily through my mind, because I knew we were cloistered to ourselves, and...

...
And that there would be a firm, dissenting voice.

_{[ there'd been one, though. Azdaja. Again and again. But Azdaja couldn't press things to suit her will the way a shepherd could. ]}