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Deimos moved him along swiftly enough to quell the excited fire in Marcus’ chest. ”Hellhound, then.” He said, finally. ”Wait — but those words have a “w” in them, and hellhound has a “u”. That doesn’t make sense.” He tilted his head some, looking up at the warden with twisted eyebrows and a scrunched up nose.
Oh, youngling. How little did you know that the common language was incredibly confusing.
”Actually, I have another question. Why do letters make so many different sounds? Why can’t they just all be the same and all of our words have to make only those sounds. That would be easier. Or—OR—“ Excitement stirred in him again and he stood up on the oak chair without thinking, ”—we could just grunt and groan and point. That would be easiest.” At least he thought it was — in his limited knowledge and small amount of life, that had worked for him, anyway.
Oh, youngling. How little did you know that the common language was incredibly confusing.
”Actually, I have another question. Why do letters make so many different sounds? Why can’t they just all be the same and all of our words have to make only those sounds. That would be easier. Or—OR—“ Excitement stirred in him again and he stood up on the oak chair without thinking, ”—we could just grunt and groan and point. That would be easiest.” At least he thought it was — in his limited knowledge and small amount of life, that had worked for him, anyway.
