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Rico nods, the relief in his voice palpable.

"Thank you, Uriah."

He reconsiders what the psyker said for a moment, before answering in half-heard whisper of grim resignation, as if acquiescing to whatever fate he has foreseen for himself.

"Yes, and some who stare into the darkness never see things the same again..."

He bangs on the canvas between the carriage and the velocipede again, and raises his voice so that Stroingili can hear him over the sounds of the chugging motor.

"Follow the winged servitor!"

Johnnie doesn't even seem to acknowledge Ivaanov's contrary opinion, instead staring directly at Uriah, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

"Uriah, please. Trust me in this. I beg of you. We need to follow her."

Johnnie cranes his head around to peer out from the door of the rickshaw carriage to see what Albrek and Uriah are staring at. Seeing the cherubim winging away to the east, away from the velocipedes present direction, he bangs his flak-armored hand sharply against the canvas wall separating the passenger carriage from where Stroinigli sits astride his vehicle.

"No, NO! In the sky, see it, see it? Follow the servitor!"

Rico still seems unhinged, his eyes wild and unfocused. He stares at Uriah and Albrek as if daring them to defy what he just said to the twist through the open pay slot. As if sensing their uneasiness with him through their sympathetic stares, he attempts a disjointed effort to explain himself.

"It...no, no she, she led me to you before...she led us to him (thumbing his hand back toward where Stroinigli sits)...we need to follow her, there is a reason she is going that way!"