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Walking as he usually did in the mornings, Galileo pondered about where his life was going. His sister had abandoned him, perhaps she would return with forgiveness, perhaps not. Io could be cruel and vindictive when she wanted to be. His nephews would quite possibly revoke their permission to visit him, though an agreement had already been made with Aslan and Sarajevo was old enough to make his own desicions. But it didn't matter as much to him as he thought it would. He had his own friends, his own pack and he was sure he would get along fine. But then again, he didn't have any other family to fall back on as of now. He had killed the messanger bfefore he could tell him who his father was. Maybe it was someone he knew, maybe he had other half-siblings that were staring him in the face all the time he was home. They were worrying thoughts, but things he could easily shake away if he looked to his surroundings for an often distraction.
On the border approach Galileo smelt a stranger. And a horse. A shiver ran up the gentleman's spine as he pushed himself onwards. Tapping his cane solidly on a nearby tree, Galileo cleared his thought in a regal fashion.
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