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Argus gave an appreciative nod to Richard as the human climbed into the car. As soon as his partner was buckled in, the Djinn started the engine and pulled out of the garage, [color=a0410d]"Thanks Richard. That means more to me than you know."[/color] Shortly, the car carrying the two agents reached the main road headed west towards the graveyard, [color=a0410d]"There's one more question I'd like to ask you about this. We Djinn have a bit of an odd tradition. When a Djinn is dying, they extract their own memories and give them to their friends and family. Generally the memories given to each would be any fond moments they had shared. Those memories get passed down generation to generation, for thousands of years. I can do the same for you, or most of the other agents, if needed. If there's someone who you would want any specific memories to go to, say the word. I can collect them, save them, and put them where they belong."[/color] Even Argus recognized it was weird to tell Richard all of this, effectively asking for his partner's living will, but he felt an odd kinship with the god-touched mortal; and his chat with Amaya the night before had dredged up old memories. [color=a0410d]"Food later, got it. Man, I am depressing today."[/color]