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Ishmael looked up sharply as the Bear punched Galaxian. Recognizing the mask, he abruptly stopped looking for survivors— there probably wasn’t any anyway— and made his way over to the two of them. He wasn’t able to turn intangible like the life god, but he knew to keep his distance.

“Could you not kill people?” he shouted at the Bear. He was hoping to give Galaxian time to recover. “It makes our jobs much more difficult.” There was an undercurrent of fury in his voice, but on the outside it seemed like he was just having a casual friendly chat with the cultist.