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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ The only small response that came from her was a small pout. Honestly, it wasn’t his fault…it was just that she was half of the time gullible and most of the time takes everything a bit too seriously-joking or not. But she WAS serious when she said that to him afterall he does mean a lot to her there. ❝I…didn’t know it was a joke….. ❞ The blonde said shyly in response. To her, it was a bit embarrassing to bring out her timid side just a bit but it’s a fair game and she only just use her sketchpad that was on her side to just quietly place over her head there. ❝Maybe just a little….or it’s just me who can’t take a joke at times that’s all….. ❞ She just added in a small voice. Still though she meant every word of what was previously stated to him there, she wasn’t the type to leave someone unless they want to first plus if the bond she has with them is a good and strong one then she’ll stick to them like glue.

      Hijirihara wasn’t the type to comfort people. In truth, he didn’t really know how – but? To see his partner begin to pout as she was, caused him to at least step forward. It was an awkward movement, his eyes looking confused.

      He hadn’t meant to embarrass or worry her. He had thought he was being funny. Cynical humor, or at least that was the plan. But it appeared his particular brand of funny had only worked to concern her more. Oops. He should… probably practice how he delivered jokes from now on.

      However, unsure of what to say, he just carefully lifts his hand – ruffling his partners hair just a little.

      “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t very good at communication. He didn’t know how to explain that he was a little… off-beat when it came to jokes. And he wasn’t very good at explaining that, like her, he cared and wanted her to be okay. “… you are fine. We just both have some practice to do, it seems.”

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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ Chatting like this, getting to know him more each day-just these sort of little things always brighten her day and just his reaction to it made her smile, even more, it was cute. She knows that her partner wasn’t the social type of person, however, seeing that he starting to improve bit by bit least its progress which was impressive.

Honestly, she didn’t mind being with him in the least as just being around him gave her comfort and she doesn’t mind if he still hides in his spaces since she also too find it comfortable but that what makes him unique. Her eyes lit up as soon as he spoke though, she never actually done something like it before so it was new to you. ❝If it’s no trouble for you at all, then sure.❞ Smiling even more as she held her plushy more she gave a small nod to what he said. She was glad that he liked the name she has giving to it there, it was hard coming up with it though.

❝I’m glad you liked it then,I don’t know what your favorite sweet was so I kinda had to improvise but I’m glad it turned out well. Yeah, it’s dark chocolate I tried not to make it too rich in flavor. ❞ Giving a small nod and hum into her words there and to his ones too. Making sweets and the such is one of her strong points plus she grew up seeing her mother makes them too-in fact speaking of sweets…. ❝You’re right about that there though it wasn’t much of a problem to me making it. In fact, it was fun for me. I don’t really mind making them if you enjoy them then that matters most to me-in fact speaking of sweets, when is it your birthday Hijirihara-san?❞ He never actually told her much about himself actually so this is a start.

      “I wouldn’t mind.” Hijirihara reassures her in a moment – it was surprising for him to agree so quickly, but? Honestly, he liked his creative hobbies too. And teaching her how to make them while showing her the process of making the next one? He wouldn’t mind. It would be nice, even. Though, he would ether have to figure out if she’d let him come to where she stayed or bring all the supplies to the office. His house was… ah, unpresentable.

      Though he was starting to wonder if he should make the next one a red-ish color, so that she might name it “ R O S E “. Though he was a little too awkward to bring up that he knew the game she was referencing.

      He wasn’t much of a gamer, but he’d once had a friend who had those hobbies. So? He dabbled into those sorts of activities from time to time. “… dark chocolate was perfect. I prefer a bitter chocolate.” Hijirihara says, smiling just a little bit more. If anyone saw him right now – at his desk, acting like a normal human being, smiling? They wouldn’t believe it. But, these were the little ways he was willing to compromise with his partner to try to make her happy too. “Though, white chocolate has it’s… charms as well. In small quantities.” Cookies-n-cream flavors were particularly good.

      “I didn’t know… that you enjoyed making things like that. I’ll keep that in mind.” Perhaps he could try to find her a candy-mold… he’d keep that in mind for other possible gifts. “… my birthday? Ah, well…” With that, Takumi Hijirihara stops for a minute. He doesn’t usually go into detail on himself, but? Given how long they’ve been partners… perhaps it was time he shaped up about that. “Ah… October. October 20th.”

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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ Even though it wasn’t her business to ask, she was getting more concerned about his well being seeing him coming back with another injury from somewhere. She was told to stay back this time due to falling a bit behind on her reports so she had to catch up on them again. ❝Geezs, sometime along the line of how long we’ve been partners for, I’m going to lose count of how many times you walk in with injuries you know…. ❞ She sighed lightly as she walked up to him, doing a quick check if there were others.  ❝I don’t know how you manage to get these wounds this time but I’m starting to get worried more about you. Let get these cleaned up before I can dress them, I should have a spare roll of bandages somewhere on my desk. ❞

      To be entirely honest, Hijirihara couldn’t remember when exactly he decided to start relying on his partner more – even though he’d come to consider her a friend, there was a lot of risk in relying on her. He was a dangerous individual himself. He attracted danger, and? Well, to that end, he ended up like this. This was worse then some other times, but? It wasn’t life threatening.

      He hadn’t needed help. He could have managed to bandage himself up – and yet, he’d found himself dragging his feet all the way to where he knew his partner would be. “… sorry.” Though apologizes weren’t usually a part of the awkward young man’s vocabulary, he found himself trying more. After all: He did feel bad that he worried her. . . “It’s not as bad as it looks, though?” He adds, his voice more of a question.

     By comparison to how the “OTHER GUY” had looked, it wasn’t bad. Plus, some of the blood wasn’t his own…

      And the other had been left hacked to pieces in the same manner that he’d left others. The other had liked to leave his victims with little humanity left – making it near impossible to identify them when found. He had done the same. As the KILLER KILLER, that was his signature. Unfortunately, however, he hadn’t accounted that the other might have a gun. Nothing about the others previous killings had hinted about the other using any sort of firearm…

     “… should I start cleaning the wounds?” He asks, tilting his head ever-so-slightly at his partners comments. He could move towards the bathroom and wash himself up a bit if it would help, but somehow he felt she had a specific way she wanted him to take care of this.

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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ She didn’t need to be lectured nor did she need to be reminded how wrong one mistake would lead to her end but that didn’t matter in the slightest. If she could at least get through with this and tried to talk to him then that would make a difference, she was a pacifist at heart, kind to a fault and above all-patient when it is needed.  ❝I don’t need to be an Ultimate to have a talent, to be bound by just one.  ❞ Breathe, and relax. That’s all she needed to keep her composure and not fail this task. Being calm is needed and honestly, she has faced death almost before yet that was a long time ago and it’s the same right now too. She wasn’t anything special but if she can reach out to others then that is all that matters to her, she could relate to people yet not relate to them at all. ❝I want to make a difference that’s all. Even if my efforts are so little, so little that it goes unnoticed yet if it impacts it just slightly then that matters most to me. Being able to save lives and having those lives to live another day when some can’t matters mostly.  ❞ Unlike her….if I could save others from the same fate then that’s fine. One step, two step, stay positive.  ❝The boss views you Despairs as targets and wanting to kill you, whatever Munakata-san says, goes to the boss there. I don’t believe that a happy ending will come true if ALL of Despair itself will vanish, there’s need to be an equal balance between both Hope and Despair. To me, you Remnants are victims, yet victims that are not monsters. My goal is to talk and not capture if I’m able to make it out alive. ❞

Happiness nor hope was a fleeting and fickle thing, her light was snuffed up so death was welcoming to her. But right now she has someone to get back to so failure wasn’t an option. ❝My skills alone won’t be able to do that-maybe in the future you’ll likely be saved. For now I just want to hold up a conversation. As said before I only want to talk, capturing isn’t an option for me. I always like to get to know the person I’m talking to before I judge them if they are worthy of my trust. I am kind to a fault afterall and…everyone has a few skeletons hiding in their closet including me but you don’t need to know what is it.❞ She took a few more steps if her experience taught her anything is to take risks and jump at fate so she just have to hold her breath and continue forward. ❝I’m fine! If I can’t do this alone then it would just be another blow to my self-esteem or my pride. ❞

      For a moment, his eyes widen just a little – those words reminded him a little of someone, but? In his extreme disassociation of being SERVANT, he couldn’t recognize whom said it. Confusion sits obviously in his expression now. Almost to the point of FRUSTRATION.

      With that, the DESPAIR-obsessed youth frowns. Biting his lower lip in irritation. Why couldn’t he remember who said that? Or said something similar? He knew s o m e o n e had once spoken along those lines to him before – and who was it? Who? “… is that something you believe? Or is that something you learned?” Nagito’s words, this time, sounded confused. Perhaps that was simply the view of the S M A L L trying to make themselves feel better. But, he could also remember one who was (h o p e) speaking of a TALENT like c h a i n s. Something that captured them and held them to do a singular thing. . . “You’ll often find those with the title Ultimate serve to have many talents and sub-talents, in relation. Are you saying that we are trapped by these titles?” Not that he often considered himself part of those “ULTIMATES.” – that was why he could become something as lowly as a SERVANT to those tyrannical children. . .

      Though, as she spoke, Nagito listened quietly this time. What an ODD goose. She wanted to make a difference – even if it was only to a handful of people. Could such a miniscule goal even be considered a goal? If everything she ever accomplished only helped a handful of people who also didn’t accomplish anything . . . wouldn’t that be infuriating?

      He wanted to ask, his lips parted to do so, however – this time his BAD LUCK kicked in. A coughing fit starting up due to the access of DUST in the air. And, due to it, he collapses onto his knees. Shifting his weight a little roughly, and both would hear the SCREECH of ground moving because of it. He could hear the distressed metal crying out as remnants of it attempted to hold up the remaining ground. “… i-is… that so? What a strange… dream.” Nagito laughs out the words a little. He couldn’t understand those words, honestly. He couldn’t understand her point of few. After all: He’d already written her off as someone of “no importance.”

      It would take a miracle for the current Komaeda to even remotely accept what she said. His brain twisted with both HOPE & DESPAIR.

      Now that he’d settled a little – the coughing fit having stopped, the ground stopped moving as much… however? The ground was weaker now. And cracks were forming at an alarming rate. Komaeda knew that if he stayed where he was, even if she didn’t come over here, he’d end up falling. However? He had no fear of d e a t h – this was his game. He’d set it up, and he wouldn’t move. “… victims, hmm?” No. Nagito wouldn’t consider himself a victim. The only VICTIM died far before this – the person he’d considered his classes H O P E had vanished from them that day. . . long ago. “Are we truly what you would consider pitiable? That’s almost… laughable, honestly.” He smiles a little then. However, given his current state of kneeling on the ground, he didn’t look… as in control as he’d once been. At this moment, SERVANT almost looked like a victim. Tired. ALMOST SAD, even in his smile. “If you can get to me, I have agreed I’d go with you. So? If you want to talk – if that’s the reward you seek, then fine. Come and take it.”

      WHAT DIFFERENCE WOULD BE MADE FROM TALKING? H o n e s t l y everything she said confused him: but, perhaps that was alright. “… you’re a strange girl.” She wanted to help him? She wanted to talk? To build a future where he might be saved? He couldn’t tell if she was optimistic or pessimistic. But? It was … funny, to see how her brain worked.

      If she continued as carefully as she was… she might truly make it. He could see her carefully shuffling along. She was obviously used to this breaking world. However, with his earlier coughing fit, if she got too close? The ground would collapse. Would she be able to reach him? Truly? He smiles a little… not noticing the blood that trickled down his lip to his chin. ( when he earlier bit his lip in frustration – he’d managed to do some damage. ) “I shall not move, then.” The words were earnestly spoken, though a part of him still believed she couldn’t do it… she was now much closer. If she kept it up at this pace, she might truly be able to reach him.

       … he couldn’t tell if he was SURPRISED or IMPRESSED that she was truly willing to do something so risky. Especially if she knew his former t i t l e.

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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ She already analyzed the situation that she was in as soon they both stopped there. Even though it didn’t look good she wanted to at least try talking to him calmly without all of this, capturing was out of the picture as she likely knows what they are going to do with the Despairs once captured too plus she didn’t have a gun on her only stun weapons of the sorts. ❝Don’t judge me. Just because I’m small doesn’t mean that I’m useless cause I’m not an Ultimate like you, besides I do have a few skills of my own. ❞ Asano recalled back just stating her own thoughts there, it’s true she does know a few small things but that doesn’t mean she’s useless. Seeing that he took a step back as he said what was next did put her on edge though.

Already knowing what his talent does don’t help her ease her mind about it though, she took a quick glance around to see if there was anything that would help her get around with making the ground fall if she did go to him.  ❝Tell me, why do you think that my goal is to arrest you then? Let me tell you this since we are alone right now in this dark cave, my own thoughts about you Despairs there is highly different to what my boss is. Also, don’t think I didn’t do my research either I know what I’m up against….So let see if my luck is with me this time. ❞ She simply sighed lightly, this was going to be troublesome but she hoped that luck was on her side today though it was soon she felt a small wisp landed on her shoulder for good luck though.  ❝Well, you overlooked one thing I don’t use a gun, I only weapons that stun people. Although I could just throw my high heels at you to make you unconscious. ❞ With that being said though she thought that if she didn’t wear her shoes it would likely improve her chances maybe so she took them off.

      SERVANT laughs a little when she says that – “DON’T JUDGE ME.” As though it wasn’t already human nature to judge everyone’s adherent worth. It was funny to hear, though. Especially in this day an age. As society crumbles around you and the only LAWS that matter are created and reinforced with strict punishment.

      Not that SOCIETY meant anything to him at this point. He was with the ULTIMATE DESPAIR. Those whom had forced the world into this absolutely trashed state. “Is that so?” There was absolutely no belief in his tone. If the ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT – well, former, believed her at all? It didn’t show. If anything, he sounded more amused by her comments then before. But, his eyes still showed little to no interest. A consistent, degrading, look. She was no ULTIMATE.

     She was not H O P E.

            Nor could she dream to be.

     Not in his eyes. Not in this world. So? It was funny to watch her try so hard – it was about the same feeling someone might get from watching POLICE approach the BIG BAD in an action movie. You know they’re going to be slaughtered. To prove the s t r e n g t h of the bad guy, and prove the necessity of the SUPERHERO. “You work in a unit whose specialty is dealing with the tragedies of this current, crumbling world. Or at least, that’s what your uniform suggests. Am I mistaken in believing that that is why you try so hard, little dog?” He asks in a breath – almost sighing out the words, as through frustrated at why she could believe that she has the right to ask him these questions. “… you have different goals then your boss? Alright, interesting, I suppose. But your unity is one of your strengths in this currently chaotic world. If you do not hunt me down to relinquish me to that brute you call your leader, then why are you after me?”

      As she comments about his skill, he says nothing. Simply offering her a dead-eyed smile. He had never believed in his ability. LUCK was not H O P E. If anything – his skill was a tragedy. A curse. But, sometimes? It worked for him. He’d find out whether that was the case today or not. “Do you fancy yourself able to save me?” Komaeda asks, half-heartedly.

     She was going to try, then. He could see her removing her shoes and making her way closer, bit by bit. He could hear the ground crumbling ever so slightly under each movement. He knew – if she came out here, fully, they would both go crashing down. And yet, here she was trying regardless. “Should I give you a handy cap, Miss? Do you need me to move forward to give you an actual chance?” This was said in mocking – after all: She’d told him not to look down on her. If she asked him to adjust for her – then she’d be admitting that she can’t do it on her own. And yet, he was giving her a chance to prove herself. She was small, light-weight, she had a real chance. So? He’d remain still as they spoke… watching her movements carefully.

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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ If it takes for her hell and back, sore feet and all from going after this one particular person well-that was enough for her to go after especially when her interest in them has spark(like her partner perchance). Perseverance, patience and a tiny bit of kindness comes along way for the investigator.  She knows that she was replaceable even to the foundation, that if she were to die and disappear she wouldn’t be remembered much or even at all and….she was expandable just like the rest but if she could impact on someone of importance or to anyone at all that would be enough. ❝Don’t you think I already know that, to the foundation, I’m likely expandable and doesn’t mean much to them. I’m not anything like my partner and his instincts nor like Branch Head Kirigiri with her observance- I’m nothing like them however it does not mean that I’m willing to just walk behind either.  Not everyone is the same otherwise how boring would that be.❞ The blonde knows her fate by now, she was just her partners ‘side-kick’ however….he was someone special to her and that was enough to keep her going.  ❝Your asking me something that trivial? I’m persistent not because of my job, it’s because for a person like yourself-you caught my interest. My job as a SCI is dangerous however if your asking me if I would die for my job then no, I applied to the SCI so I can prevent the body count from rising….however if my path one day was forced to take up arms and kill then so be it.  ❞ She can’t be a pacifist forever, there would be a time one day where if she have to take up arms and kill so she can protect someone then she doesn’t care if her path is dyed red. Besides, I’ve lost someone once and I won’t let another slip past me. ❝I love my job however before that, I value those I’m close to so if I have to kill someone to protect them then so be it. The world is cruel, harsh and it bares its fangs to those who are ll be ill-prepared, if I don’t kill then I’ll be killed. That answer should be enough hopefully.❞

       “… interesting.”

      The single word wasn’t spoken unkindly – despite his obvious lack-of-interest in her words, he kept his focus on the girl who had followed him all the way here. For someone so remarkably unremarkable, she had some interesting thoughts. And she was willing to persist to the edge of a calamity to chase him here…

      A few more steps, a little way forward, and he’d cause a collapse here. They would both be sent downward through crumbling grounds into whatever remained of the emergency underground pathways. The sub tunnels and the side passages. If they were both lucky, they wouldn’t be crushed to death. ( L U C K Y, hmm? ) Again, Servant looks towards the cracks.

      “You know your worth, but you also know what you stand for. Little dogs shouldn’t have such loud barks.” His comment was spoken with some amount of frustration. It was his own personal belief that only ULTIMATES – only the truly G I F T E D deserved to be lifted up, and that everyone else? Served only to make those extraordinary few shines brighter. Being T A I N T E D by despair had hardly changed that. Instead, it had only served to reinforce that mindset. “It bothers me that you know you’re unremarkable, and yet you fancy yourself capable of making change – so? How about we make a bet, you and I?” With that, he takes a step backwards.

      The sounds of creaking with the additional weight – “If you come over here, if you can make it to me? I’ll let you arrest me.” He says, lifting his hands into the air. His gloved hand and his free one. “But – if you come over here, the ground will likely reach its limit. We’ll both go tumbling into what’s left of the subway tracks… and we’ll likely be crushed to death. But? If you live, I’ll keep my word. How about it? Want to test your luck?”

      The former ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT tilts his head ever-so-slightly to the side when he finishes talking. A curious expression reaching his pale jade eyes. His hands remained in the air, for now? It was a “MOCK-SURRENDER.” But, if she could truly make it to his side and survive, he’d give himself over. “Of course, you could just shoot me.”

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      When the other made her comment, he just stares for a second – it was a strangely comforting thing for her to say. It was N I C E to know that his partner wasn’t the type to just abandon him, and yet? Her words had him a little… embarrassed.

      “… I was trying to make a joke?” He offers out, somewhat meekly as he looks at her through his bangs.

      He wasn’t good at those. Being as asocial as he was, he tended to just… hide. Observe. It was easier that way. Especially given his quirky habits and hobbies. “I should… work on my joking tone, hmm?” He continues, though… he really was flattered. It was nice to know that he had such a protective and kind friend. He wasn’t sure where he had gone R I G H T in life to meet someone like her, but? Regardless, Hijirihara felt very lucky…

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❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ It was actually surprised to see him at his desk each day, it was like he was trying to improve himself more something which was actually quite kind of him to do. Despite everyone else who works in their Division though, Hijirihara was the only one that could make her smile the brightest and more or less trust so these small things made her day. ❝I never knew you were good at these sort of things, Hijirihara-san. I’m actually amazed at it, and it’s actually quite adorable too. ❞ She responded back smiling more towards him. It didn’t actually matter that he gave it to her earlier than expected there cause she would respond the same way. It was very sweet of him he went to the extent of decorating it there too so she was more than happy he gave her the plushy there. ❝I named it after a character from a game I played in the past there, so his name is Dezel. And he’s now he’s one of my valuable treasures too. Besides that though, how was the chocolate I made you? ❞

      When she compliments him again, he lowers his head a little – hiding his eyes a little bit behind his messy hair. He didn’t often show these skills to others. So? It was nice to have them complimented. But? it was a little overwhelming as well.

      Perhaps that was just because he was naturally a little anxious? Or perhaps it was because his partner & friend was the one saying it? And he wasn’t used to being complimented by her… after all, he could be an awful lot of trouble for her as well. And there where days that he still found himself hiding in weird places. It was a comfort thing for him. “I could show you how I do it, sometime? If you’d be interested… in something like that, I guess?” Perhaps he could make a companion stuffed animal for her current one – and he could show her how he did it.

      Honestly, it’s just understanding how shapes work together. And knowing what the completed image would look like reassembled. ( Ironically – a similar technique to figuring out murders. Not that he was going to say something like that right n o w though. )

      “Dezel? I like it.” Hijirihara comments, smiling just a little as he nods. “I liked the chocolate.” He continues, answering her question now as well. “It was really good. A little more of a dark-chocolate, right?” Do you know who sucks at small talk? This fella.

      But do you know whose gotten better at it, because he wants to talk to his partner more? SAME ANSWER as above. ( This fella. ) “I think I read somewhere… that you have to keep it at a certain temperature? While you’re cooking it, otherwise it doesn’t have that shine it had… so… that’s really cool.” Casual conversation may not be his strong point. But? Here he was – the KILLER KILLER, sitting at his desk. Chatting casually with his partner. Exchanging interests. ( . . . what a sight. )

❝Hey,Hijirihara-san. Thank you for the plushy you, I really love it and its the best gift anyone ever gave me too. I even gave him a name too!❞ She was still holding it in his arms aonce she decided to bring it to work and leave it on her desk when doing the reports there,plus it was too adorable to leave home.

      When his PARTNER arrives, Hijirihara looks up – once again,surprisingly, at his desk. He really was doing his ABSOLUTE best. He still wasn’tthe best at being business only. Especiallygiven that he was quirkier then most members of their DIVISION. However, itappears his cleaning up his act a little has helped him in more ways then one.Including the added BENEFIT of his partner being able to l o c a t e himsometimes.

      “I’m glad you like it.” He starts, smiling ever-so-slightly. It was f a i n t. But it was there. “I’ve always sorta… enjoyed working onstuff like that. I mean, I know… there isn’t a lot of… time to use for itanymore. But…” He scratches the back of his head as he talks – his eyeswondering to the plush in her arms.

       He really was very PLEASED she liked it. He’d never beenwonderful with G I F T S, so part of him had been very concerned when he’ddecided to give her a present in turn. Sure, it wasn’t typical behavior for aJapanese youth like himself to give a girl a gift on VALENTINE’s DAY. Normally,St. White’s Day would be the proper day for him to give her a gift – however?As he’d been a traveler when he’d been younger, picking up on other traditionsweren’t too surprising. He was just glad that she’d liked it, even if it hadn’tbeen given at the r i g h t time.

      “Can I ask what name you gave him?” Hijirihara asks, tiltinghis head ever-so-slightly to the side. Curiosity in his voice.

       He had never been very good at expressing himself. But? Hewas learning a little bit better with both visual cues and vocal ones. ASANOMISAKI was really helping the young man: Even if he was forever going to be anendless mess of quirky behavior.

       … e s p e c i a l l y given his other hobby.

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