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"It doesn't help that people thought that the Sigil was gone." Jeremiah shook his head. "Until we learned that it was still there, scattered to the winds, we thought it had fallen apart and been replaced with the new one. Instead we bandaged it with another, to put it lightly."

His head tilted, eyes bright before he nodded. "Just be careful. I don't want you particularly triggering them at the moment but ..." It was not like he had control over Preacher and he trusted her to be safe. Except that she was the kind of person who wanted to duke it out with Ezra. "They're connected to Sunny somehow, so we'll have to learn how soon enough." He would just prefer it was after the Charter was taken care of.

... and soon enough he was going to have to go see them, not just Renard, and probably with Shun and ask just why they had texted their father as if they had been there when Sunny died. Not looking forward to that.

Jeremiah rolled his eyes, even if he was amused. "Let me know when that name change goes through, won't you? Preacher Careful Maria does have a certain ring to it."

She was right, however, that they could make it work. "So do I. It is just a matter of gathering the right resources and then breaking this all down." A sigh. "I, for one, want to see a day outside of this cycle. Even if I don't remember others, I don't like the idea of being caught in all of this as a side effect of someone else being caged."

Though hadn't Sunday said that? They had all given power to the cage at some point or another? "I suppose that's another question to look for the answer to: why have we been caged up in these cycles as well."

"Not outside of it yet, not until the reset happens. Then it will no longer bind me, not that someone couldn't be particularly creative and kill me and return me to the cycle of rebirth anyway." It was a grim truth but the truth all the same.

There were too many sigils, too many things they had to work on.

"We aren't the ones that trapped ourselves in this, Preacher. We're caught in the trap that Heliodora, Michael, Adoelle, Ming, and Jennifer worked on and created." An eyebrow raise. "We're just the twits that just made it more complicated to fix."

"As I said, you'd have to be particularly creative to kill me." The words were dryly said. "We consented to it, blooded it with our thumbprints, so I would definitely say we are responsible for it and doing something better in its place."

His shoulders rolled and he nodded. "We've got a plan, yes. I'll meet with Rabbit and speak with Renard and ... see what else I can get done." Yes, the Charter and the Conference were a focus but this was also a priority.

"The same goes for me," Jeremiah replied, waving off her salute with a chuckle. "I'll keep you informed of what I learn. Now let's see about getting out of here and maybe I pick up another gelato that I don't just waste."

There was a roll of eyes at his own behavior but he meant what he said. He'd see them both out of here and then, of course, there was always more work to see too.