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After a long kiss with his wife Anna, Syrus turned to his eldest son, and stretched his fingers with the crack of hands that had been fighting a very long time, before pulling a cigarette from his coat pocket, putting it between the wiry whiskers in his beard, which totally obscured his lips, and lit it with a flame from the tip of his finger before making eye contact. “Zakary.” He spoke in a calm if restrained tone, one expected from someone used to barking out orders, for a longer time than it could be reasonably expected to deliver a conversationally toned briefing, continuing “Except for your answer right here, right now on this porch, you are to enter monk mode, and keep up with me, it shouldn’t take longer than 20 minutes for us to reach the southeast gate. And another 20 to reach the path to the ruins. Now let’s get moving. We’re burning starlight!”