"Now that is where things get complicated. There is no easy answer. Ask yourself first for what you sacrifice. What is it that you hope to gain? —and you will come closer to whom you sacrifice." Professor Crowley's gaze clung to the red scar on the white wrist. It curved down towards the thumb in a determined line. Determined was Professor Lyra, if she had done this to herself. "May I?" Morrigan asked, and her hand extended across the dark plane of marble towards the other woman's arm. Morrigan's eyes took on an eerie sheen. "Historically we sacrifice to gods," she said in a hushed voice. "If one studies the gods of old and new long enough, it becomes evident that they are images to describe patterns. Principles, if you will."

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