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Snake's ears flicked back and his eyes glanced away when he saw the slight sharpening of Gabriel's eyes—he was afraid that he had broached a sensitive subject. Such things usually were for people, and he began to regret mentioning it at all. But apart from that, he did not seem overtly offended. Gradually Snake's expression returned to normal. He nodded, knowing that he certainly hadn't seen any since he had left his mother—much the reason why he had commented on it in the first place. It was an odd parallel to draw, to say the least.


As for her origin and where she had got it, Snake was rather hazy on the subject. Being vague about their pasts was something that seemed genetic, and he certainly never pried into her matters. He knew enough to respond, "She lived in the same place where I was born for a good part of her life, but that's certainly not where she got it. No, her parents lived up a bit further north and it was something she learned from them. They were... some type of Orthodoxy." He frowned slightly, wishing that he had paid more attention. He did not know where Gabriel came from, however; he would have thought it interesting that the two intersecting faiths had come from both the northern parts of Newfoundland and the more extreme southern reaches in North America. But he did not know of this and, after considering if it could be rude or not, he ended up asking, "Are you from the north as well?" It was a little more subversive way to gain the information; such was the thing that Snake was generally good at.

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