The calendar loses a precious component. The remaining months gather to mourn. The mourners play a melody, while the eleventh moon quietly rises. Uvo… Can you hear? The requiem we’re offering to you?”
“I am the head, and you are the legs of the spider. Natural law dictates that the legs blindly follow the head. However this simply represents a chain of command. It doesn’t apply to my life of death. If I happen to die, one of you can replace me. And there may come a time when a leg has more importance than the head. Make the right call. My orders are top priority. However, I am not your top priority. Our goal is not to keep an individual alive, but the spider.”
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