[Thank God I was wrong, too. I had nearly lost hope. But saying it out loud seems redundant, somehow, as he beams at his blood brother. Instead, he clasps his shoulders more tightly and slaps him a bit on the back, overwhelmed with joy. After allowing himself a brief, giddy headrush, he delves into the "news" aspect of the scenario he's been imagining since he came to Luceti.]
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The Atropos? Have you made post-captain now?