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" 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝?
𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢."

" 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
...𝙾𝚑... 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚍'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝."

" 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛.
𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢... 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑... 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖?"

𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚌, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙.
𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝.

" 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 '𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙'."

𝙸 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔.

"𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘, '𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙' ?! 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗? 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎... 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚐?!!"

𝙸 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔-𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.
𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘' 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 '𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜' ?

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ' 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚝' 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗?!

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝟷 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕-

" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛!"

" 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑... 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖'𝚜... '𝙴𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜' 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚢 ' 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎' 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎..."

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜!
𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍.

" 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢-"

"𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘- ?!"

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜.

" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎...𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕... 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜...𝚊𝚑... 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜!"

" 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜... "

𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛-𝚞𝚙𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎.

" 𝚂𝚘... 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚔... 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝... 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍?"

" 𝙿𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢? 𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘-𝙰.𝙸-𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢?
... 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙾𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑~"

"𝙾𝚑, 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜..."

𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.

" 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜! 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?"

" 𝙳𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝙸 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚘... 𝚈𝙴𝚂!"

" 𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎~"

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜...

" 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐?"

" ...𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝?
...𝙾𝚑, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎?! 𝙽𝚘, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢.
𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝.
𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎."

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎'𝚜 𝟹 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜.
𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

" ...𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜!"

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" 𝙲'𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗... 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗... 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗... 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 '𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝' ?! "

" 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙."

𝙰 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎. 𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚋, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜.

" 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎?"

" 𝙷𝚖? 𝙾𝚑! 𝙰-𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚊...𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎..."

" 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝟹? 𝚆𝚘𝚠, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎.
𝙸'𝚖 𝙺𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗. 𝙸 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜.
𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚝... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠."

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜. 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝟷𝟾𝟶 𝚌𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐...

" 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕... 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎... "

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏... "

" 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 '𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝' 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍. "

𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚗.

" 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 (𝚈/𝙽)."

"𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐."

𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚜.

"𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝? "

" 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎? "

" 𝚂𝚘 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍... 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚍."

" 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘... 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖."

𝙷𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐.

" 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕... 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏... 𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢..."

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗.

" 𝚃𝚊-𝙳𝚊~! 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜..."

𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚣𝚣 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜.
𝚂𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢...

𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

" 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜, 𝚊𝚑... 𝙺𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗. 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍? "

𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

" 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎... 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎!"

𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢... 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

...𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎...

" 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊? 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎? 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎?"

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛.

𝚈𝚎𝚙, 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝙰.𝙸 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕.

" 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡.
𝙸... 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕? 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗.. 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕... 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑."

"...𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑? 𝙽𝚘𝚝...𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍? 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍..."

𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.

" 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍..."

"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.
𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢...𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢?
𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙴𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘...𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢. 𝙾𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢."

"...𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢. 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜. 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢. 𝙾𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜."

𝙸 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

" 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. 𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚢𝚎 𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚜."

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎.

" 𝙱𝚢𝚎 𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚜.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍... 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝.
𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚕.
𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙰.𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢.
𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝."

𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙.

" 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚆𝚒-𝙵𝚒 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕? "

" 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. "

" 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊'𝚊𝚖. 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗... 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚌. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎?"

" 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚍𝚘𝚌', 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔."

" 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜..."

" 𝙽𝚘𝚠!"

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍.

" 𝙶𝚎𝚎𝚣, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡..."

" 𝙳𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚢~."

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

" 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢..."

" 𝙸𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗."

𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛-𝚘𝚏-𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝.

" 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎."

" 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜... 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔."

" ...𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍... 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙲𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢."

𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

" 𝙲𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝙾𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚘... 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.
𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙰 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍."

𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎.

" 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡."

" ... 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜."

" 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡..."

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎.

" 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛."

" ... 𝙸... 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝!"

𝙸 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

" 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔... 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢?"

" 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚆𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚘~.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜. 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜."

"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡! "

𝚆𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑.

So... what is it you want to talk about, Sasha?