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“...I…um…yes.” “What does it say?” With his judgment seemingly postponed once more, Oliver's vocabulary slowly returned to him. Though at this point, he was tired from all the hard work of perpetually dreading imminent death and then not even being granted the courtesy of receiving it. “It’s my name…Oliver. It was just for the fun of it, once I had figured out a translation for the book.” “So, you can read this?” By now, her eyes had left the ruined coat and fixed on his once more, determination beginning to overtake the fury. “Yes. I..uh.. can.” A long breath left the siren as she slunk back, smaller now, the tension of panic that had held her posture seeping back into the ocean. “Then you can be of use to me yet. Much of the writings of the deep ones and warnings about them remain in the old temples. Those words are beyond me, I was not a priest of stone. I never cared for history much, unlike…” Her countenance saddened before recovering. “You will decipher them for me! You will teach me the correct songs, and then we shall find the great beast, free my kin, and send it to sleep once more.” She ordered.