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</div>"I will be sure to do so, Senor Hale," he stood with a gracious nod. "It was good to sit and have the opportunity to have your thoughts. Sleep well."<br/><br/>Alvaro left Hale's office moving directly toward his home. At first, his mind was blank, emptied at the conclusion of the meeting with only his next responsibilities ticking through it. But as he neared his home, silhouetted to black by the starry backdrop of the night sky, he stopped. Just stopped and stood looking forward. Forward past the house, seeing through it as his mind brought up clear images of the yard beyond, the stone wall, and the forest stretching even further. Miles. He saw the miles he had driven out. Loose ends. There were already so many loose ends and Hale was ready to make more.<br/><br/>He huffed out a breath and moved to his house quickly, opened the door, and locked it quickly behind him. A flick of his lighter brought light and soon the small room was aglow with the flickering flames of the many candles that adorned his shrine. He stared at it. Charms, photos, drawings, figures, dried herbs, jars of water, jars of oil, and so many small trinkets made of stones, yarn, and things of the earth alongside valuable keepsakes made of gold, silver, and diamonds. His eyes scanned over them all while his heart searched for the meaning they should impart to him.<br/><br/>Reaching out, he brushed his fingers over the photo of those who had been dearest to him, "<b>ambe</b>engaksï úkuarhinchani?<b>ambe</b>úrani?" he implored softly to the image, "arhirini. jarhuataati."<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>He stepped back from the shrine, brows furrowing, and then began taking things from it. Some herbs, oils, a string-wrapped dried aloe leaf with red beans fastened to it with red string, and a vile of powder. He left his home and the resort through the back way quickly moving across miles until he came to the place where he had left the girl. She was no longer there and what limited light he had only offered that she had left with someone else, someone alive with a dog. He felt relieved. God had truly spared her and he laid his offerings and charms of good luck on that place that she would be well and god might forgive him. In all his days with Jericho, he had never done such a thing to a civilian. He felt disappointment in his friend's eyes when he asked for guidance. Loose ends. The actions of a monster. He felt anger at Hale for asking him to do it. Jericho would have never asked such a thing or wanted it. Raimundo would know better.<br/><br/>He didn't linger long in that place and returned quickly home to bask in the light of his shrine and sip from the ornate bottle Raimundo had given him. A celebration. He poured a glass for his friends departed and the saints.  An elevation of his station and now an elevation of his thoughts and purpose.