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The Desert of the EtherealJonah looked at Creyton in stunned silence. He hadn't seen him since the night he achieved Praeterletum, and his appearance was a bit different now. His hair had lengthened somewhat, and it was nearer to his shoulders than it had been before. His face also bore a rather pronounced five o'clock shadow, which hadn't been present that night. But those aesthetic differences meant nothing to Jonah. It was still the same savage, ambitious Eleventh Percenter who'd violated everything involved with physical life.
“Looking over my appearance?” Creyton noticed Jonah's expression. “I'm not surprised. Preoccupation with image is at an all-time high these days. Although, I must admit, your own attempts to butch up with beard are amusing.”
Jonah ignored that completely.
