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It's so wierd, damn it.
For what felt like the fiftieth time today Zeta was trying not to stare (and failing miserably, truth be told) at Poseidon. Or, at the guy damn near the whole crew said was Poseidon.
The guy who was wearing too much normal-people clothes and -- was he needling that crazy cook about something?
And what did zombies have to do with anything?
Primal beasts didn't act like that. Right? They stuck to their purpose. None of this screamed "Tide Father" --
He's not the Foe, though. I think. Pretty sure, anyway.
... Damnit, if this's another sucker's mission --!