"Fuck me," Gannicus breathed as he admired how changed the world was around them when (finally) viewed from behind the strange contraption. He laughed brightly, grinning beneath the heavy curve of the goggles on his face, and turned his head this way and that as he looked at everything around them - the distant figures of Tributes amongst the fog in the distance, the scuttle of dogs on the ground, Nasir beside him and finally his own hands, splayed and examined in the form of bright red and yellow ghosts through the viewfinder.
"They have given us sight of the gods themselves!"
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"They have given us sight of the gods themselves!"