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Milo laughed, but it was without humor. "No one antagonizes him, he's a peace god for crying out loud. There's no point in bothering him since he'll barely react--" he broke off midsentence, overcome with a revelation. "Oswin is immortal, unless they decide to kill him. I know almost all of Ishmael's regular contacts, and the ones who deal in poison or venom wouldn't do something like this Maybe it's ransom? Maybe whoever took him is holding him for something?"

He frowned. "No, wait, that wouldn't make sense. Like I said before, Ishmael doesn't have a quarrel with anybody really. Except Orphos, but he doesn't seem like the 'kidnap-your-enemy's-immortal-best-friend' type."

Huck rumbled deep in his throat at Galaxian's touch.

Ishmael stiffened when Wind Weaver put her hand on his shoulder, but didn't move away. After a few seconds, he relaxed infinitesimally. "What if we don't?" He couldn't stop the worry from creeping into his voice.