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After Glass's party is over with, Amariah and Kas go home.
Amariah fetches down their alethiometers.
"It's about time I took care of Alethia's afterlife, whatever it may be," she says quietly. "What can the alethiometer tell you about what I'll find?"
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Many of the shades seem particularly nervous of Aianon.
"However far you walk," the shade says, giving up on trying to touch Amariah, "it's never any different."
"However far you walk," the shade says, giving up on trying to touch Amariah, "it's never any different."
The old-woman shade who is nearest doesn't move out of the way, but she's insubstantial - and frigid.
"There are some like you," says the man she's been talking to. "Who don't notice the cold. They notice everything else, though."
"The nothingness," says the man.
"The hurt in your heart, that never goes away," murmurs the woman Kas tried to touch.
"Nothing feels like anything except cold," complains a wisp of a girl from the crowd of more distantly observing shades.
"The dark. The way you can't quite sleep," says another girl who stands with her arm in the same space as the other girl's; they look a bit alike.
"The harpies."
"The hunger and the stillness and the sameness."
"The -"
"The hurt in your heart, that never goes away," murmurs the woman Kas tried to touch.
"Nothing feels like anything except cold," complains a wisp of a girl from the crowd of more distantly observing shades.
"The dark. The way you can't quite sleep," says another girl who stands with her arm in the same space as the other girl's; they look a bit alike.
"The harpies."
"The hunger and the stillness and the sameness."
"The -"
"They come up on you when you're dozing," says the shade of a young man. "They know everything bad you've done, ever, they scream it at you, you can't ignore them."
"Maybe you could," says another shade doubtfully. "With your colors still in."
"Maybe you could," says another shade doubtfully. "With your colors still in."
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"What do the harpies want?" Amariah asks. When the shades have no answer ready to hand, she turns to Cam. "Cam, ask it if the harpies are - the thing."
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"Yeah, that's the thing. So, based on what we learned before, I guess they'll quit screaming at people if we find them and - unravel this truth-hunger business," says Cam. "Where do we find harpies?"
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So Kas does the obvious thing.
"They're around, but they move," he says. "If we stay here long enough, we'll run into some."
"They're around, but they move," he says. "If we stay here long enough, we'll run into some."
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"Let's split up, talk to more people, congregate wherever the first person to find harpies is," says Amariah. She lifts into the air - provoking breathless surprise from the shades - and says, "I'll go that way."