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"See, you get it. I can't exactly control creatures with free will," he muttered, "If it had been entirely my fault, I might accept my punishment."
Aurelius opened a second book and began skimming through. This one was an old, ragged journal written by someone who studied on the field. It was all hand-written and carefully illustrated. He flipped back to the cover to see what he could find out about when and where the observations took place. It was written fifty years ago in a province northeast of where they were.