"Only Sacrifices have horns," he said calmly. "We're born once every generation. Sometimes it's longer than that."
He ran his nail over the tip of his horn. It did not bother him to mention the fact that he was a Sacrifice. He was born into the role and he accepted it.
"My horns weren't always like this. It only grew out once the Time of Sacrifice came."
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He ran his nail over the tip of his horn. It did not bother him to mention the fact that he was a Sacrifice. He was born into the role and he accepted it.
"My horns weren't always like this. It only grew out once the Time of Sacrifice came."