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108 To go on is to go through. At last, even the seer is cremated. Each seed loves the dark for the light it promises. "It is not your age that is restricting your mobility but what appears to be a lack of regular exercise and improper nutritional intake." I reply, pleased that he is increasing his pace. However as he suggests that I might slow, I shake my head in a definitive no. "I do not wish to combust, therefore the most optimal path is one of expedience. " I clarify. I can already feel the fluid singing in my veins as the weak winter sunlight begins to erode the chemical bonds holding the reanimation fluid together. "You did not ask me to tell you my name." I reply instantly. "Only whether or not I had one." I look towards him as my gait elongates further. His comment about the intellectual characteristics of my gluteus maximus is strange. I find myself imaging a land where brain matter is stored in the posterior and wonder what the upshot of that sort of anatomy might be. Perhaps this man knows and can explain. For now however I think it prudent to let him know that my cognitive functions are not located there, in case he has made wayward assumptions based on that incorrect assumption. "In Caido, intellect is not found in the buttocks."