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"Aubade. I.." She inhales slowly.

She doesn't want this.

Her paw is shaking, and her eyes are closed.

"Aubade, I.. I never fully told you why I had to do this. I... I'm diseased. I somehow caught it. Like the others. But a milder... A milder version. I have to die so that I don't turn out like them!" She stutters and crumbles.

She's never shown me this much emotion.

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