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My son," he choked, his eyes lifting up to Mo'at,
"His name was Neteyam."Jake did not know how long they sat there, all he knew was he spent it crying, his breaths coming out wrecked and broken, his eyes pressing shut as he bowed over. The heat from the hearth baked into the skin along his back, almost painful, but he didn't care, he didn't move.
He pressed his hand to his chest hard, like he could reach in and wrap his hand around his heart and stop the pain.
Now that the name was out, he could not stop saying it.
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