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On the other side of a viewing portal in the realm between reality and the tangible, Wicus turned away from the scene before him, stymied.
He’d observed the entire session hoping to learn more about David Bowen’s history. The witnessed conversation held no interest for him as it offered nothing new about the young man’s lineage.
While surprised that David felt some lingering guilt about the girl who died in the convoy attack, it did little to lessen Wicus’ own vexation over the incident.
“Hmmph,” Wicus muttered. “He should feel guilty for wasting a soul mate.”
Frowning in resentment. Thoughts abstracted.
Why was Ozel interested in this kid? He suspected that the council member was up to something. What precisely -- he didn’t know. Ozel had always been secretive. Did Ozel question his tracking ability? He shook his head in dismay. Is it a lack of trust? Or is it simply council business that he didn’t need to know?