StoryImpliedInai calls his scattered kin together, but none has yet taken a seat.
It has not happened yet. Inai's every word points forward, to a Confluence that approaches, is at hand, and trails its consequences behind it, a gathering that so far exists only as its architect's intention.
has left the telling anyone who listens that the Great Confluence approaches. It has not happened: every line he speaks points forward. What he intends is a gathering of his own kind.
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