summonerd | i just wanna know: who broke it?

[At least getting Anna and Malos' attention distracts Zelos of the very, very obvious feeling of being ignored and kinda discarded. He grins wider when Anna's blade addresses him--Malos, he managed to catch the name--and tries to hold it in place when he starts going off about freedom and whatnot.

Zelos hides his discomfort behind a flap of his hand. Keep talking, fucker, you're still not off the hook.] "Of course you can't--what you stole is an Aegis, silly old man," [he jokes, fake mischief ebbing off his smile. He doesn't let go of the ether in his hands, but steps back a little, at least just enough for the Malos+Anna and Lloyd+Sheena duos to see each other through the hallway again. ] "Now," [he says as quickly as he can to avoid being interrupted, spreading his arms in the air, palms up, but one hand each pointing at both groups,] "I get we're all getting all sweet and sappy in here, but we're kinda fugitives, sooooo if you could leave that for later that'd be great."

Lloyd's not stupid. He knows the way Sheena tightens her grip around his waist is less hug and more please don't do the fucking thing because each one of his friends have done this to him at least once. He wants to fight, wants to protest, because Zelos is right there and he wants to scoop him up into a hug, but the logical part of Lloyd's brain resonates with the words Sheena whispers in his ear.

It's not what I want to think.

It only makes sense, honestly, that the world where Lloyd still has a mother and a bonus grandpa is the world where Zelos is still alive. Lloyd wants to believe for a second that this is the world he's destined to live in, but he - he knows better. It's all temporary.

His eyes water on their own accord, he forces it back with a strong blink and pulls out of Sheena's grasp, looking away to will a smile onto his face. He'll think about this later, when he can afford to cry, but Sheena is here and he's not going to let his dumb fucking hopes get in the way of that.

"Thanks for warning me," Lloyd says, genuinely, placing an arm around her shoulders, turning to face the safehouse. "I'm really glad you're alright, too," he adds, and that's genuine too.

Anna, Malos, and Zelos are all talking at the door, and seeing his mom clearly, for the first time, brings all sorts of emotions to the forefront. Excitement, anxiety, and fear all mix in this gross combination of mind vomit, where he can't think straight - especially since Zelos stands right next to her, and Lloyd can't even run up and kiss him like he's dreamed about since that last day they had together.

It's like everything Lloyd has ever wanted, but the rest of his friends aren't there and everything is being hung over his head, like he's a pet to be played with but never truly rewarded.

It's fine. He'll live with it. He always does.

[So much is fucking happening!!

Sheena squeezes Lloyd tight for a moment before he pulls back, in some kind of apology, then flashes him a smile in return. God, she'd missed him. This whole mess of a situation feels so much more manageable with him here.]

It's good to see you, too.

[Fuck, she should introduce him to Anna, shouldn't she? But she catches Zelos's words and that's. Hm.]

You still look like a person from here, [she says, tone bright but not necessarily pleased. It's a very dealing-with-Zelos kind of tone.] Good point, though. [If Lloyd was here, it's safe enough for Sheena, at least. She steps forward into the house, pulls Lloyd forward with her so she can close the door. Hoo. Now what? She looks between the four of them, not sure where to start.]

Malos watches Zelos laugh and flap his hand in dismissal of Sheena's comment, and that plus the whole "What you stole is an Aegis" thing? Hoo. Malos doesn't even know where to begin unpacking that. Or even if he can right now. He feels a spike of anger from Anna, chuckles lightly in the wake of it. Yeah. Yeah.

(Makes him kind of wish they'd tried to save Zelos themselves, sooner, but-- well, they couldn't do it like Sheena had. Being a blade eater immediately disqualified Anna from the list of people that Tethe'alla would consider letting attempt to resonate with Zelos, desperate or not. And obviously they weren't gonna let Malos try, either.)

"Well," Malos says. "It's-- pretty late at night, and we should be safe here for now, so we'll be fine if we stay put, I think. At least 'til-- I dunno. Tomorrow night? Then we can move to a safehouse further from Meltokio. Y'all look like you might need the rest."

They do, but this is mostly a pointed comment at Anna, who he knows hasn't slept since she woke up this morning. Wouldn't be the first time she'd gone a few days without sleep, but Malos would still like to avoid that if possible.

"Which means I guess there's plenty of time for us to catch up!" he says, brightly, his grin a little too sharp. Alarm flares through Anna, recognizing the tone of his voice and probably the signals he's sending along their emotion bleed, but--

Well, he's already squeezed her hand, let go of it, and then shoved her in Lloyd's direction, so.

"Hey!" Anna shoots back at him, glaring, frustration bubbling along the ether that ties them.

"What! You should talk to your alternate-universe son!" Malos replies, grinning.

"Alternate-universe...?" Anna repeats, face scrunching up. Her confusion sings a loud song in his chest, but he just waggles his eyebrows at her, and her curiosity wins out. She turns back around to Lloyd, studying him like she's not sure what to make of him.

"You're," she begins, then: "I... Architect, look at you! You're all grown up!"

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The excitement in his gut swirls dangerously close to the sheer nerve as his mom is gently shoved his way by a grinning Malos, and he can't stop himself from stepping forward to catch her in case she trips. It's a habit he picked up from being around Colette before she grew out of her clumsiness, and he can't quite shake it.

Alternate-universe son is a concise way of putting it, Lloyd ponders, attempting to calm his rapidly increasing pulse because Anna Irving is staring at him, her son from another dimension, the one with a mother he never got to grow up with. He straightens up his posture without realizing it, preens a little at her attention because Dirk's comments on his being grown were either irritated mumbles or Lloyd come get this thing on the top shelf.

Lloyd really wants to impress her. Even though his heart is pounding so hard in is chest he believes even people without his enhanced hearing could hear it, there is a desperate desire to know the motherly affection he never really got to experience, a childish need to be coddled and praised by his mom. And even though this isn't his mom, the Lloyd of this world is only seven, (don't think about how they haven't seen him, don't think about -) and his actual mother's consciousness lies within the stone in his left hand, he ignores it for just a second, taking a moment to breathe in the fact that this is Anna Irving, the woman he lost the chance to be around.

Lloyd starts to feel the tell-tale tickle behind his eyes and blinks again, willing himself to keep the smile on his face sincere and genuine, because it is, but it's scared, just a little bitter. He's already attached.

He wants to hug her, his heart is screaming for a hug because he can't remember what it felt like when his mother held him. But he doesn't know this Anna, doesn't know if she'd appreciate it, doesn't know whether or not "alternate dimension son" counts as stranger territory, so he holds out his hand instead, defaulting to a handshake.

"Hi," Lloyd says, and it's so soft, so tentative, betraying his hesitation. "I'm Lloyd, your, uh," he chuckles, "alternate-dimensional son."

He looks so... nervous? That's weird, kind of, though Anna guesses she feels a kind of kick-drum of nervousness in her own stomach, as well. It's been... a long time since she's seen her son, and seeing him all grown up like this is doing... a lot of things to her heart.

(What if she never got to see him reach this old? What if she never saw her Lloyd again?)

He reaches out his hand for a handshake and Anna almost laughs at the absurdity of the gesture. Maybe it's selfish of her, since he isn't her son, but, fuck, she wants to hold him again.

So she grabs his hand and then yanks him towards her, hopes he doesn't mind too much. She loops both arms around his back and squeezes him tight, holding her to him-- what the fuck, he's her height? Taller than her, by an inch or so? She can rest her chin on his shoulder and everything!! What does she do with this!!!

She settles for squeezing him as tight as she thinks she can without hurting him.

"It's good to see you again," she mumbles.

(She takes the guilt that bubbles up in her stomach and stores it somewhere where Malos can't feel it.)

Lloyd yelps as Anna pulls him into a hug, eyes widening with surprise, but he's. He's so happy that he gets this, so fucking glad that she didn't shy away like he was going to continue to do. His arms wrap around her slowly, but his grip is tight, and he buries his face in her short hair.

He sniffles, but he can't hold back the tears this time. He just focuses on staying quiet, enjoying the way he's being held gently, with fondness and an immediate sense of intimacy. It feels like home, being hugged by Anna, and he's so overwhelmed with a strong combination of joy, peace, and loss that he trembles slightly.

"It's nice to meet you," Lloyd breathes out weakly, without meaning to, before he tenses. Fuck. Fuck! He didn't want to say it - didn't want to imply anything about his Anna, about how -

about how she died, about how he never got to experience this.

Oh, he's... definitely crying on her. Anna doesn't mind, but she is a little confused. She thought she was the one with the problems here, having not seen her son in five years, and all. But--

Then he says it. Nice to meet you.

He tenses and that says a lot, but not nearly as much as Anna's confusion-horror meets Malos' grim yeah-there-it-is, and suddenly Anna understands why Malos thought this was so important.

Has this Lloyd

never met

his fucking mother.

She pulls away from him and grips him by the shoulders, tight, urgent, as she studies his face the-- tears he is trying to hide. (That expression makes her heart turn, becuase she's seen it on Kratos, the fierce What No I'm Fine, Please Don't Ask-- and like. oh fuck. ohhh fuck.)

But she has to know.

"Come on," she says, shooting for something light and kind of joke-y soundy, but it's way too desperate to be read that way. She feels a warning from Malos, ignores it. "You- It's not like I'm any different from your mom, really!"

Lloyd shouldn't have said anything, shouldn't have indicated anything was wrong, he could have - god, he should have -

She pulls away from him and he feels the desperate grip she keeps on his shoulders, hears the anxiety coating her words, but it fades, and all he can hear is the pounding of rain, why is it raining so hard? His throat is heavy with remorse, his eyes are welling up with more tears, and he's so close to sobbing he knows the best thing to do is to keep his mouth shut.

He stands in front of her, keeps his head down, and doesn't make a sound. He can't deny her the truth, but he isn't strong enough to tell her to her face. He hiccups slightly, glances up at her, and then averts his eyes again, staring at the carpeted floor, at anything other than her face, lined with disbelief. His left hand burns with the way he's rubbing it through his glove, but he ignores it, too distraught to trust himself in this situation with nothing to distract his attention.

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His silence says. More than enough.

Anna just pulls him into another hug and squeezes him tight. She wants to say-- something, but she's not sure if there's anything she can say. So she just holds him.

Tears burn in the back of her eyes, horror thick in her throat.

(She wonders if her Lloyd even remembers her. Tries not to think about it.)

He's-- trying not to cry, isn't he? Fucking, of all things to inheret from his father.

She pets his hair. "Shh, shh," she tells him. "It's okay, you know? Better to let it out then bottle it up. I really don't mind."

Lloyd really, really tries to stay strong.

He can't tell if Sheena, Malos, and Zelos are in the room, but the idea of them seeing this, of them seeing his shell come undone by a few simple words embarrasses him to his core. Sheena - Sheena's seen him at his worst, but it's been months, he should be better.

His frustration, his deepset sorrow push upwards from the pit of his stomach, wrap around his heart and choke at his lungs. He gasps for air, and then it finally washes over him and he sobs, loud and miserable. The thought he pushes away, always pushes away, hits him again and again - turn off your pain, let it go away and never come back - and he declines declines declines. He'd rather be at rock bottom than kill off his heart.

His grip tightens on Anna, crying into her shoulder, ignoring the way he sees the cruxis crystal on his left hand glow brighter than it had only moments ago.

Honestly Anna's a little relieved, because the tension building around Lloyd immediately evaporates when he lets the dam break. It's-- ugly tears, but he's allowed that, really, Anna thinks. They sink to the ground together, and Anna holds him, keeps holding him, keeps whispering soothing things as well as she can.

(It's been so, so long since she's done this. Does she even remember how?)

She presses a kiss to the edge of his hair without really thinking about it, and it's-- weird, to do it, when he's so big, and she can't kiss the top of his head so she kisses the side instead. Guilt and selfishness clench in her chest but she pushes them down because this isn't about her, right now.

"I love you," she whispers.

(The fact she hasn't said those words to her son in five years doesn't elude her.)

[Arms crossed, Zelos grits his teeth and averts his eyes off to a wall, counting the imperfections on the paintjob and trying to ignore the tick-tick-tick that harshly tap-tap-taps from within him, through his ether and against the walls of his veins. Turns out that the whole display of affection right in front of him is a little too much to bear, actually. So slowly, as Anna and Lloyd hug it out, he turns away and walks off until he's by a window and looks out of it, off to the sky.

Malos offered them a place to stay. Fair, the Aegis guesses, but he can't help being anxious anyway. Zelos can't see the moons from this angle, but there's still stars in the darkened vault above, so it can't be too much later from when they left the inn. He has no way to tell what time it is on him and honestly refuses to go looking for a clock right now, but if he guesses around he might as well pinpoint it as somewhere in the early morning. Out of the corner of his eye he dares a glance at the other four people in this house, unconsciously tapping that tick-tick-tick rhythm against his forearms. At this rate the humans of this strange party--mostly his driver--are only going to get a handful of hours of rest, and Zelos knows just how delicate and fragile humans can get when they don't get sleep. They really are going to have to wait until daybreak, but even that's risky, because-- because--

He could leave, instead. Slip out of here and rush forward into the night until he's lost in his own terms, not really free but at least shrouding himself in an illusion that feels like something close. It's pretty clear that he's the one piece that doesn't fit in this picture, anyway, and from the way they regard each other then he highly doubts that anyone would dare kill Sheena just to get him back should he actually manage to escape, but...

Zelos looks back outside. Squints at the darkness, gets distracted by the reflection of whatever orange ether light he hasn't hidden that falls on the window glass, and thinks of a fire he set only a few hours ago. Thinks of red liquid on a green glass floor, and instinctively his right hand reaches to touch his core crystal. Tick-tick-tick, comes his humming glow of life through it, come his nerves and confusion. The greenery shrouded in night outside mocks him. Little bird, little bird, little bird, it chants. But Zelos can't go out there now. Because even if these people don't kill Sheena, then someone else out there will find him instead, and then--

Fingers tightening on the pink fabrics of his gloves, his whole hand moving to protectively cover his crystal. His teeth clenching, pulse quickening, his eyes closing. One thing loud in his ears, one sound, one pull:

Tick-tick-tick-tick.

The little bird can't yet fly.]

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[Sheena's smile's soft as she watches Lloyd hug his mom, the flicker of jealousy that passes through her easily set aside - she's happy for him, really. If anyone deserves this, it's Lloyd. She turns away to give them privacy, drifting in the same general direction that Zelos already had. She doesn't close the distance, remains about half a room away from him.

It's... still strange, seeing him here. Alive. Stranger still to see a ghost of your friend and be able to spot the behaviors in him that must have been there, in his alternate form, but that you'd never thought to look for. (Had she missed them, or had Zelos thought there was no point trying to open up to her, when all she would do would be to respond with hostility?) And then there's the fear and restlessness, pooling in the bottom of her heart, that she's becoming increasingly sure aren't from her. God, she doesn't know what to do. But she can keep him safe, at least, she thinks. Even if he's one of the things she needs to keep him safe from? Maybe. All she can do is try.

She comes back to herself with a little jolt. How long had she been watching him? Probably too long. She looks away, offers Malos an awkward half-smile. (Expressing "sorry, thanks for harboring a couple of fugitives at ass o'clock in the morning" without words is beyond Sheena.) It's that nervous energy that still hasn't gone away that has her tugging at her obi, inching it back into its proper place - the bow had gotten misshapen and pulled off to one side, at some point since she'd changed out the bloodied parts of her outfit. At least she can look like she's put together, if nothing else.]

Malos sends Sheena a kind smile back, then tries to figure out what he's gonna do while Anna and Lloyd hug it out. Maybe he should talk to Zelos' driver, get acquainted with her, but-- hey, anyone who's a friend of Lloyd's has got to have a good head on her shoulders, right? And honestly, right now Malos is more concerned with making sure Zelos is absolutely, completely aware that he's safe, now.

So, he gravitates Zelos' direction, stopping a respectable distance away, making sure to not come anywhere even close to sneaking up on the kid. Zelos seems pretty transfixed with the window, but surely Malos sits in the corner of his vision by this point, and it's from there that Malos addresses him.

"Hey. You hanging in there okay?"

[Malos' words startle Zelos a little, with his eyes closed and distracted as he is in his own mind and the endless possibilities of the future, but he at least manages to catch himself. Still, Zelos feels like has to hide that fuckup, so he immediately rolls his eyes and grins, then gestures at the window with one hand.]

"I'm just making myself useful and keeping watch here. I mean, someone has to, right?" [he says in a mocking tone. He crosses his arms again and shrugs, one eyebrow raised as he gestures at the mess of a scene further inside with his chin, eyes still fixed on Malos.] "Anyway," [he adds, unconsciously gripping his gloves tighter,] "You look like you want something. What's up?"

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Honestly? Malos is kind of surprised by that reaction. Something about Zelos' tone gets right under his skin but, maybe that's what Zelos was aiming for. Malos tries not to let it bristle him too badly (Zelos has EVERY right to be paranoid), and counters the comment with a casual, if a little sharp:

"Hey, I'm pretty sure both me and you will be able to sense anyone coming long before we see 'em, so I wouldn't worry too much about that."

He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, makes a big show of shrugging. He's not dumb enough to be convinced the grin Zelos fixes on him is genuine, but he's not quite sure what it's hiding, either.

"Just wanted to check on you," Malos says, honestly. No point hiding that.

He's pretty sure if he asks Zelos how he's holding up directly again he's just going to get defleced again, so instead Malos says: "Hey, you got any big plans, now that you're free? Things you wanna do? Places you wanna see? I know we're fugitives, now, but I'm sure we could work something out if there's something you're dying to do."

[Fucking shit, that's like the second time someone directly asks Zelos what he wants to do, and the second time that he draws a complete and total blank. Leave him alone, damn it! He doesn't know! Zelos dramatically sighs and hums, directing his eyes to the ceiling and tapping at his chin with one finger, letting the seconds roll by. One, two, three, then another three just to be an annoyance.

Then he scoffs, shrugs, and paints an 'oh well' smile on his face, eyes closed.] "No idea! I mean, technically I've only been alive for like, less than a day," [he laughs,] "which means that I haven't really given that much thought. So for now I'm just gonna go with whatever my darling driver says."

[He crosses his arms again, hits Malos with another grin, though there's something more mischievous about it now that reflects the calculating look he levels Malos with. There is something in Zelos' mind, if he's honest, but he doesn't know whether to spill the beans now or keep it to himself until the time feels right. Because despite the fact that the two of them are blades, Malos is still connected to Anna, and Zelos would prefer knowing what their intentions are regarding the war and the Aegis before he makes any bold move. It'd be stupid to play his cards when he can't even see his opponents' decks, after all.

So:] "But what about you guys?" [he ends up saying, tilting his head. Curiosity sings in his head, brightens his grin.] "Now that we're all fugitives, we're pretty much bound to work together. I'm sure there's something up your sleeve to get us out of the frying pan, right?"

Malos raises his eyebrows at the bullshit pie Zelos just offered him, but ignores it for a second. Zelos asked him a question, so the least he can do is answer-- especially since it has to do with Zelos' safety.

"Well, if we're looking for some place to safely harbor an Aegis, there's really only one place to go, right?" he says, carefully, mouth twisting a little in disgust. "Sure, the other free Aegis on this planet might be a little brat, but... if Mithos has managed to hide away from humanity for 500 years, surely he can hide you, too." And it won't be so bad seeing Kratos again, either.

"Also..." Malos shakes his head, laughs. "Real cute that you think you can get away with the whole 'only been alive a day' spiel, but come on, Zelos, I know Aegises keep their memories between lifetimes." That's THE most important distinction between Aegises and regular blades, honestly, other than that Aegises are significantly stronger. "How long've you really been alive? At least a couple decades now, right? More than that? You can't tell me in all that time you haven't thought even once about what you'd do with your freedom if only you could get it."

[Malos lays out their plans and Zelos allows himself a tiny little laugh, surprisingly satisfied when his plans and Malos' line up almost perfectly. Meeting up with Mithos and begging him to listen to Zelos' case is the one way to go if Zelos wants to get out of humanity's hands unharmed, after all. And, who knows? Maybe Mithos will have a way to help Zelos finally break free. Either that, or...

Well.

The smug smile on Zelos is a welcome change from his usual fakeness and the anxieties that have been resting in his core since he awoke and escaped, so it's a little upsetting when it's wiped out entirely to be replaced by a glare and even more anxiety when Malos next speaks, calling Zelos out on all of his bullshit without a care in the world. Just like that Zelos bristles, feels all of his defensive walls rise so high up that they block out even the starlight sneaking in through the window he stands by. Because this is the behaviour he'd been expecting when he came here, the questioning and the tension, the eventual confrontation.

Still, at least he has something on this situation: Malos doesn't have to know exactly what it is that Zelos plans, but he can, and perhaps should, play along.] "Well, well, well. We're quite well-versed on Aegis history here, aren't we?" [Zelos laughs, still satisfied yet on edge, and settles back against the wall a little more comfortably now. The grin is back on his face, though he still glares at Malos.] "Okay, I'll yield. I guess you'll be happy to know that you pretty much read my mind, old man." [Zelos pauses, squints. He taps a rhythm against his forearm, hums, says:] "I want to go to Mithos."

[While Sheena's still trying to decide what she should do, Malos heads over to talk to Zelos. That's probably better, actually. He seems alright, and he's a blade - it's not like she really has any ideas for how to help, or even where to go. If Malos and Anna's intentions are as good as they seem, it's probably better to let them take the lead rather than blunder her way through another world she barely knows. She leans against a wall, close enough to hear some of their conversation if not really trying to eavesdrop.

"I want to go to Mithos" is hard to miss, though.

Haaaaa. Oh, Sheena doesn't like the sound of that. On the one hand, there's no sign of Cruxis, and this world is neither split nor built on the backs of thousands of years of sacrificial Chosen, and Mithos... could easily have been so much better than what he was. On the other... the Mithos of their world left countless scars that won't heal soon, on her friends and on the world itself. Even if she'd been in resonance for longer than a day, she probably would have had a hard time hiding the spike of something like panic, or the general anxiety it settles down into. Sheena flinches, looks away as she tries to get her reaction under control. She can ask about this world's Mithos in a second. This isn't going to be a repeat of what happened in the Tower of Salvation, no matter what happens.]

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[As soon as Zelos says that, there is a sudden spike of panic and anxiety that pops in his throat and causes the rest of his words to die out. Zelos chokes on it and flinches instinctively, fingers curling into his gloves as he blinks it away, tries to regulate his breathing. He frowns. Well, that was unexpected. Sure, Zelos is nervous, but this is the first semblance of control he's felt over the situation all day, so why...

Oh.

He turns his head and finds Sheena leaning against a wall, definitely closer than she'd been before, with Anna and Lloyd now completely left to their own devices. Zelos smiles when Sheena looks away, amused as he watches his driver seal her fate and expose herself as an eavesdropper.]

"Honestly, honey," [he says, voice now louder for her to hear and laughing incredulously, raising an eyebrow at her,] "if you wanted to be part of the conversation so badly, you could've joined. And here I thought you knew that eavesdropping was rude."

I wasn't trying to-- [she starts to snap, more mortified than anything, but stops herself. Really, though, it was either hang out awkwardly in the same room or wander through a stranger's house, and this option had at least had the benefit of keeping Zelos in her line of sight.] ...Sorry. You guys started talking, and I didn't want to interrupt.

[Is disappearing into the floor an option? Sometimes using her smoke bombs for terrible ideas is tempting as all hell.]

Malos offers a small shrug, a little surprised but mostly unbothered.

"Hey, I don't mind. At this point, the conversation probably needs your input, as well." Malos turns to Sheena, eyebrows raised. "Wha'd'ya say? Any objections?"

[Well. Alright. She straightens up, heading over a little closer to the two of them so there isn't a whole half a room between them. Sheena lets out a slow breath, trying to think of how best to sum up all of Mithos's shit.]

There was someone named Mithos in our world. He was responsible for... a lot of people's suffering. [That still feels like an understatement, but where do you even start with Mithos?] But... this world's pretty different from the one me and Lloyd came from, so far. So if you guys think it's not a bad idea, then maybe the Mithos here is different. Can't say I'm crazy about the idea, though.

Zelos: [FEAR OF SINCERITY AND TRUST: ON] NO NEVERMIND

lloyd is Dying

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I DON'T HAVE A TENDER ICON THIS WILL HAVE TO DO

YOU'RE VALID

anna please

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HUG! THAT! SON!

CONGRATS ANNA YOUR ALTERNATE DIMENSION SON IS BROKEN

it's fine anna is a little bit too!

What's up fuckers I think blades should vote

i'm in hell

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