Chapter 7

Guys I finally got the ball rolling. Are you proud of me?!

CAUSE I AM.

Thank you for all the support, reviews, favorites, and follows! It's been a great motivator.

Now that I have a short break before school starts (again ;_;) I think I can get a few more updates in, now that I'm actually at a main part.

Any questions about the story or any advice about writing is welcomed and very much appreciated!

Don't own One Piece.


One month.

It took one whole month to convince her father that yes, she's perfectly fine now, no, she's not dating Ace, yes, it was just a random coincidence of sickness, no, she does not have an unfulfilled crush for him, and yes, he is only a friend. The other questions aren't even worth remembering. It's not like she hasn't gotten sick before, but father always freaks out when she does. It's the bloody Grand fucking Line, she's bound to get sick again at some point.

Eleison loves her father and knows he cares and wants the best for her, but for the first time ever she thought how ridiculous he is. Maybe it was the lessening fear of abandonment that had her sighing at his blubbering attempts to 'protect her chastity and innocence'.

To make matters worse, only a few days after Ace set sail for Fishman Island did she encounter another problem that stalled her from catching up with Ace. While she was expecting her father to be the first Warlord she meets, she instead runs into the pink, exaggeratedly flamboyant Warlord, Doflamingo.

Of all the Warlords, it just had to be him. She'd rather run into god damn Crocodile, at least he isn't as colorful as this walking blob of neon colors. Hell, Hancock might've been the lesser evil compared to him.

She met him only a few times when younger, when forced to tag along with father to his Warlord meetings, or the ones he decided to attend. The first time was completely on accident; she was so short she barely reached his knee when she accidentally ran headfirst him. Of course it wasn't a proper greeting, since she immediately turn tail and ran for it.

The second time, however, was much more memorable. But that was mostly thanks for Trafalgar Law becoming her first friend, even if he's a bit of an insomniac sadist.

After many years of constant badgering, her father can finally (dear god finally) sit in the same room without having the need to slice Doflamingo in half, and thank god that's a rarity in itself. Anything else is fair game. And to make matters worse, her father came while she was trying to fend off a hug from Doflamingo, and the island almost sank as a result. Eleison has never been so done with their shit before.

After she diffused that problem (that took a few weeks and the lives of a few trees), she and her father finally made the trip back to the New World. She spent a week with him, sparring in deserted islands and told him stories of her adventures and just simple father-daughter stuff. And when her father was pacified from his worries with promises that she will be fine and how unlikely for sickness to hit her within the same year (the last time she got sick was when she was ten, come on), he handed over his own Vivre Card for Shanks, knowing she would want to visit him before catching up with her friend.

"He's going to what?!"

"He's going to challenge Whitebeard!"

Visit him and then send him to hell.

She finally made it to the Shank's temporary hideout, a frozen wasteland thankfully near the beginning of the New World, when he decided to tell her that Ace, her unassuming best friend, was going to take Whitebeard's head.

"Why didn't you stop him! Shanks, oh my god he's going to die!" Eleison yelled, burrowing her fingers through her hair in frustration. She's off the ship for one month, one month, and already Ace is about to die. He could already be dead!

"Dahahaha! If he wants to try, he should try! Besides, Whitebeard probably won't kill him!" Shanks laughed off, madly grinning as he pulled her to his side. "Come on, let's party!" Eleison groaned and slammed her head on the wall, mumbling about stupid idiots and death promises. She glanced over to Ben, who was watching his captain slowly get drunk once more.

"Why didn't you stop him," Eleison almost wailed, flopping against Shank's side. Ben smiled while Shanks laughed and wrapped his one arm around her shoulder, his hand still clutching the mug. He shrugged and gave a pointed look at his captain.

"He's a captain. He can make his own decisions," Ben answered. "I figured you would be more angry about Shanks telling your friend about your childhood. Very specific parts of your childhood."

Eleison snapped her head to stare at Shanks, almost gaping in shock. "Y-You didn't…." Shanks laughed and held his mug out.

"Dahahaha! Don't worry, I only told him a few stories!" Shanks reassured, shooting her a playful grin.

"...What stories…?" Eleison had a sinking feeling in her stomach, and feared for the worst. Shanks isn't that much of an asshole to tell one of her very few friends about that one time she str-

"Like that one time when you scandalized a town by streaking through the streets when you were four!"

"I'm going to murder you."

Sadly Shanks was already too far gone with his alcohol to truly appreciate her death threat. Eleison sighed in resignation and said nothing, slumping down in defeat. That was probably one of the more tamer stories her beloved 'uncle' decided to tell, and she can already imagine the amount of smug shit Ace is going to give her after she's done saving his ass and then kicking it across the ocean.

"Please tell me you didn't him the story about that one time I had a crush on that person."

"That was the first story he told," Ben helpfully interjected. She turned to give him a look of absolute betrayal. "Your friend didn't stop laughing for an hour; we all thought he was going to either faint or die." Why she hasn't followed in on any of her threats will always be a surprise and a regret she'll remember every passing second. Especially this particular second.

"Don't worry, I'm going to kill him, and then come back for you all. Father will be proud of me." Shanks placed his hand over of his heart, looking hurt and pouted.

"You're going to kill your favorite uncle in the whole world? How could you!"

Eleison smirked. "Like I said. Father will be proud of me." Shanks gasped, slapping his hand to his cheek in mock shock.

"What happened to the innocent little girl we know and love?"

"She learned the joys of death and destruction. Particularly your death and destruction." The Red-Haired Pirates laughed and cheered at Eleison's witty comeback, many of them falling over and sloshing their alcohol around. She snatched a mug from one of the fallen pirates and downed the contents in one go. Sadly, it wasn't nearly enough to get her even a bit tipsy. All those times of sneaking sips from father's wine and Shank's alcohol when she was young quickly built up her tolerance to handle a few rounds without many problems.

Although when father and unc-Shanks found out, the wailing and sudden bouts of depression was a bit of a hassle to deal with. Ben later told her that her mother was also notorious for being able to drink both her brother and Shanks under the table, then the rest of the crew while she was at it and cackling at their hangovers the next day, because she was magical and didn't believe in hangovers, a trait she seemingly inherited.

"You think the kid is going to join Whitebeard?" Eleison looked up from the mug she's been staring at it, eyebrows raised in confusion. Why would Ace bear the mark of a man he's trying to kill? But then again, it's Ace. Nothing he does should surprise her, but he still manages to completely throw her off.

Like challenging the strongest freaking man in the freaking world.

"I'm just hoping he's not going to die anytime soon...I should get going. His Vivre Card is still fine, so he's not dead. Yet," Eleison muttered under her breath, already moving to stand up. A sudden tug on her arm had her tumbling back onto her seat and she scowled at the culprit.

"Come on, you just got here! Have a drink with your uncle!" Shanks demanded, already pouring them more alcohol into two mugs. She sighed as the crew sans Ben started crowding around, eagerly waiting for the drinking contest to start and started cheering for their captain to beat the notorious Dracule successor.

"Fine, but I'm not paying for what I drink," she warned, but picked up the mug and drank the alcohol in quick gulps before slamming it back down onto the makeshift table. "Next."


It took the better half of the week to force her dear uncle to detach himself from her arm and to really start looking for the Spade Pirates. That was mostly because Shanks kept demanding a rematch until he actually passed out.

She sincerely hopes that he didn't get alcohol poisoning...that would be a terrible way for an Emperor pirate to go.

Eleison was getting extremely worried. She managed to follow Ace's Vivre Card to it's other half, but unfortunately all she found was his battered cowboy hat and an island full of craters and scorch marks marring the land like grass. When she asked the nearby villagers, who were watching the showdown take place, they notified her that most of this destruction was the result of Ace fighting the Sea Knight Jinbei, not Whitebeard, for five straight days. Ironically enough, Whitebeard appeared after both went down, kicked Ace's ass in one hit, and took him aboard his ship.

Although it was good that Whitebeard probably (and hopefully) isn't going to kill Ace anytime soon, she really hoped Ace wasn't going to try to do something stupid. Like try to assassinate the man on his own ship. He should have more common sense than that.

But now she's back in square one. Ace's hat was in her possession now and with it the Vivre Card she sewed in, and she had no other way of tracking him down besides the old fashion way, which will undoubtedly take a good chunk of her time jump-flying over the oceans in search for her wayward friend.

She sighed, shoving the bright orange hat onto her head and gazed out into the vast ocean, desperately hoping Ace and the rest of the Spade Pirates were okay. She knew his crew was loyal to a fault, so they probably attacked the Whitebeard Pirates in hope of recovering their kidnapped captain and then got caught themselves. They're just so predictable, the whole lot of them.

"You literally just got to the New World, Ace," Eleison sighed, talking to herself as she turned around and walked towards the village again. "If you were going to get your ass handed to you and then kidnapped, you could've at least taken your hat." Of course that would've been too easy, and life did seem to have it out for her, or took pleasure in making her frustrated with everything that breathes and exists.

She stole a glance over her shoulder, gazing at the barren land once more before setting out to find her simple minded pyromaniac. Whether to save him or to kill him herself, well, she can always cross that bridge when she gets to it.


Marco watched the temporary guest sail through the air and into the water after another failed assassination attempt, a recently common sight aboard the Moby Dick.

"More than a hundred times now, isn't it?" he heard one of his brothers say, who also watching with a small group. Like the rest of them, he was a bit tired of watching the stubborn kid try over and over again to kill Pops; when will he learn that he's way out of his league?

It's been about a month and a half since they brought the Spade captain and his crew in, hoping to turn them into their new brothers. So far, Ace was the only one fighting tooth and nail and fire to prevent otherwise. Most of the original Spade Pirates have more or less accepted their spot in the Whitebeard Pirates, many of them already starting to call Whitebeard 'Pops', much to his captain's eternal delight.

Now, if only this fire brat will make up his mind, everything won't cost so much damn paperwork from the amount of damage he's bringing in.

The rest of the day passed without much problem, and Marco took the time to finish some reports, hoping to make a dent in it before Ace's next assassination attempt, which would undoubtedly bring more paperwork for him to suffer through. One can dream.

By the time he emerged out of his room again, the sun was drifting lower in the sky, turning the horizon red-orange. He went to the galley for some food, chatting up with some of the other commanders, many of them present at the table.

"So you think the kid is going to actually join?" Thatch asked, swinging an arm around Marco's shoulders. He knew Thatch really wanted Ace to just accept Pop's mark so they can wreck havoc on all of their brothers with pranks.

"Hard to say. It doesn't look like he's going to stop trying to kill Pops anytime soon, though," Marco answered, before remembering something. He stood up, letting Thatch's arm fall away from his shoulders and went up the the chef.

"Hey, give me a bowl of soup or something. I'll give it to the brat; I doubt he's eaten anything in a while," Marco said, and the chef nodded before ladeling some beef soup into a bowl and handing it over. Marco thanked the chef and headed out the door, ignoring Thatch's questions and insistent ramblings. He found Ace sitting against the railing, his back pressed again the wood and his knees drawn up, his arms precariously balanced over them and his head bowed in defeat.

He placed the bowl down next to him and waited, wondering if he'll even accept food from his 'enemy', before deciding to walk away to leave him alone.

"You guys…" Marco didn't get very far when he stopped at the voice, turning around to look at the speaker. "Why do you guys call him your father anyway?"

Marco immediately answered. "Because he calls us his sons." Ace looked up, confusion written on his face. "To the rest of the world we're all just outcasts. It makes us happy. It's just a word, but it makes us happy!"

Ace choked back tears and looked away, and Marco sighed. He went over and kneeled down on one knee in front of him, trying to catch his attention again.

"Hey, how long are you going to keep risking your life like this? Make up your mind already!" Marco asked, staring at Ace trying to understand what the fireman was thinking. "You can't possibly take Oyaji's head the way you are now."

When Ace still failed to respond, he continued on. "Are you gonna get off this ship and start over, or are you going to stay here...and accept Whitebeard's mark?" Marco stood up, having said what he wanted to say and walk away. Best to let the brat think about it for once instead of charging in fist first. He looked over his shoulder, wondering if Ace was just going to sit outside the entire night in hopes for another chance for Oyaji's head, and sighed, shaking his head and continued to walk away.

There wasn't much he could do but wait for his answer. Hopefully soon.


Marco was enjoying his rare chance to sleep in. If all goes well, there should be no attacks, no Thatch, no annoying assasi-

"W-WE'RE UNDER ATTA-"

A whole fifteen minutes of peace. New record.

Marcio immediately jumped out of bed and threw his door open, running towards the source of the noise. How did this person get so close to the ship? Whoever is attacking is either bravely stupid or stupidly brave.

Not like there's much of a difference anyway.

Marco rounded the corner, eyes darting around to see the attacker when a sudden blur passed him, and out of instinct he reached out to grab the person. The moment his fingers wrapped around the person's wrist, he was sent flying into the railing, his head painfully colliding against the wood. His cheek throbbed in pain that was quickly dulled thank to his powers, and he quickly jumped to his feet and ran after the attacker, who was already running away. He saw Thatch jump down from above, cutting off the path and pulled out his swords.

"Don't know who you are, but you got some gu-" The attacker didn't even hesitate to whip out his weapon (a double rope dart...you don't see that every day) and fling it forward. It flew with unimaginable speed, and Thatch narrowly avoided being impaled in the forehead, but it gave just enough time and room for the cloaked figure to bypass him.

Marco clicked his tongue and ran past Thatch, who managed to pick himself up and started running after Marco.

"Shit, he's fast!" Thatch grunted out, already falling behind. Marco had to agree; even he was struggling to keep up with the attacker. At this rate, he's going to lose sight of him. The two of them chased the attacker farther down the ship, but it seems like he was getting farther and farther away, much to his dismay.

"Hold it!" Izou stood in front of them, gun cocked and aimed for the intruder. But like when facing Thatch, the person didn't falter in their steps but instead disappeared and reappeared behind Izou in a split second.

"W-Wha-" Izou's surprised shout was cut off by a kick that sent the 16th Whitebeard commander flying towards Marco, who dodged it in favor of letting his brother slam into Thatch instead. Marco jumped forward, nearly catching the corners of the cloak before the person did some twist that pulled him just barely out of reach.

"Tch!" Marco clicked his tongue, eyes narrowed in frustration. This person was good at running and evading, he'll give him that, but this is getting annoying. Today was supposed to be his relax day, not 'chase some damn person around the ship' day.

The person was about to sprint off again, when something barreled in and the attacker only barely managed to jump out of a way, but that gave the rest of the commanders enough time to surround the intruder.

"Nice, Jozu!" Thatch said with a grin. He pointed the sword at the figure. "You going to to give up now? Messing with Whitebeard pirates was a pretty dumb idea." The person didn't say anything, nor could any of them see his face to tell who it is. Then Marco saw Thatch do a double take.

"That hat…" he muttered, narrowing his eyes at it. Marco looked at the hat in question, wondering what caught Thatch's attention. "That's Ace's hat." The person tensed, hand minutely tightening around his dagger.

"And where is he?"

Marco was not expecting that feminine voice at all, and by the shocked looks on his brother's faces, they probably weren't either. They must've taken too long to answer, because the person suddenly appeared in front of Thatch, the cloak flaring just enough to see a hand on a sword.

"THATCH!" Marco yelled, already jumping over and about to kick the person out into the ocean, and for a brief second their eyes met, and he was hit with a nostalgic memory of piercing golden eyes.

"SION!" Marco didn't have time to realize who it was since his kick was already mid-swing, but when a certain fire brat jumped in his way, he knew this wasn't going to end well. None of the other commanders could do anything either, all of them being too far to do anything. If only Vista was here; he's the only one quick enough to jump in between and stop his kick and prevent him from sending Ace to the watery graves.

The person turned around, one hand pulling out her sword backwards, the other pushing Ace just far enough out of the way to block his kick by bringing it straight up to meet his foot. The resulting clash created a shockwave that pushed back anyone without a firm footing and her hood flew off, revealing ebony hair and bright yellow eyes. She twisted to the side, absorbing the attack and sending it out to the sea and thankfully prevented any casualties.

"A-Ah…" The sword clattered to the ground and the girl gripped her wrist, gritting her teeth in pain, before sinking down to her knees. Ace fell down on his knees next to her, unsure what to do.

"Oi, oi. Is this another one of your crewmates? I thought we rounded them all up," Thatch asked, peering around Ace to get a better look at the girl. The girl, Sion, gave a short bark of laughter before huffing in pain again.

"You did. I'm not part of his crew. But when I heard that a certain stupid fire idiot (Ace flinched) went to go challenge the strongest man in the world (Ace shrank back) I went after him," she replied, reaching for her sword with her good hand.

"S-Sion...your wrist," Ace whispered, bringing everyone's attention back to the injury.

"I held the sword weirdly when I blocked his kick," she explained, trying to rotate it. "I must've sprained it."

"You didn't have to attack us," Marco said angrily, crossing his arms. He refused to feel bad about almost breaking her wrist, since it was her fault for attacking them in the first place.

"I didn't attack you," she replied, rolling her eyes. "I literally just jumped onto the ship and was about to ask the first person I saw where Ace was when he started yelling bloody murder, so I knocked him out. And then...yeah…."

Izou huffed before striding over and kneeling in front of them. "Let me see your wrist." The girl eyed him warily, pulling her wrist closer to herself in hesitation. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to see how bad it is." After a few more seconds of silence, the girl obediently held it out for Izou to take. Izou carefully circled his fingers around the delicate wrist, squeezing the joint as the girl hissed in pain.

"L-Let go of her!" Ace shouted, flames starting to pool around his shoulders. His friend yanked her wrist back and shoved Izou away before the flames could reach him.

"For fuck's sake, Ace, calm down!" she growled, grabbing the hat off her neck and slamming it down onto his head. "And the next time you lose your hat, you'll lose your head." Ace immediately cooled down, and Marco regarded the girl with an impressed stare. Ace wasn't one to listen to anyone (but that could be because he was on an enemy ship) but immediately calmed down when his friend demanded it.

Izou calmly approached again and grabbed the girl's wrist, who flinched at the contact. Ace gritted his teeth, but said nothing this time, choosing instead to glare at Izou, promising murder if anything happens to his friend.

"I'm Izou," his brother said casually, gently pulling the girl up to her feet and Ace followed her, still glaring at everyone. Eleison gripped Ace's forearm as if to prevent him from setting himself on fire, before replying.

"I'm Eleison. I'm sorry for kicking you earlier. I really wanted to shake them off somehow." She looked at Thatch. "And sorry for almost stabbing your hair with my dagger. I really needed you out of my way."

Thatch spluttered, hands held defensively over his precious hair. "Y-You were aiming for my hair?!"

Eleison shrugged. "Was either your hair or your face. Had to get you out of my way somehow." She took a step back away from the other commanders and closer to Ace's side, her good hand still holding on to Ace.

"And what are you doing here, yoi," Marco asked, leaning against the railing. He still didn't trust this person, not after that display of strength. She was easily as strong as one of the Commanders, a thought that didn't sit well with him. Eleison turned to glare at him, and again, he couldn't help but feel that he's seen her somewhere before.

"To grant three wishes" she said sarcastically, and Marco could feel a headache coming on. "I'm not here to assassinate Whitebeard, unlike this idiot who I'm actually here for." She gave a tug on Ace's arm for emphasis before turning around and storming away, pulling Ace with her. The commanders watched with mild awe as the girl actually threw Ace to the other side of the ship, pausing only to tell them that if they followed, she'll run them through with their own spinal cord, before disappearing after Ace.

"Hm." Everyone looked at Jozu, who was standing silently by the entire time. "That went well."


Eleison was tired.

She managed to track down the Moby Dick, following elusive rumors from island to island. When she finally found it, her only choice was to land on the ship, since she decided to scout via Moon Walk instead of boat, and was immediately greeted with a panicky pirate who tried to stab her the second she tried asking him a question.

And that led to the great Moby Dick Chase that ended with a sprain wrist, a few injured prides, and a fuming pineapple head.

The last one really ticks her off.

It's not like she purposely decided to have this whole thing take place; she just wanted to know where Ace was and solve this problem quietly and efficiently. But of course not, that's not what Whitebeard pirates do; they do everything loud and 'grawr' and whatever.

Eleison is just so tired.

She finished bandaging her wrist, tweaking it a little to see how badly sprained it was, before dropping it in resignation.

"S-Sion?" Eleison looked down at Ace, who was sprawled on the deck, little cuts and bruises littered across his torso, but otherwise unharmed. He looked as exhausted as she did, if not more, with guilt deeply threaded into his expression. Before throwing him, she had this whole rant planned out, from beginning to end. The end obviously a foot up his ass.

"I'm glad," she said instead. She sank down to her knees, straddling Ace, and pressed her forehead to his shoulder. "I'm so glad you're okay, Ace." The adrenaline that kept her moving throughout the whole ship disappeared, and her body sagged in exhaustion. She felt shaky arms wrap around her torso and a head burying into the crook of her neck.

"I-I...sorry," he croaked out, arms tightening around her even more. The two of them sat in silence, and Eleison was glad for that, but there are answers she needed. She pulled up and pressed her forehead against his, getting his attention again.

"You're not chained, you're not starved, and you're still on this ship," she started off, listing things she's noticed while her short time on the ship. "Your nakama are fine, I saw them while I was running, and you look like you're lost, and not the physical kind. Is there something I'm missing here?"

Ace stared for a second longer before sighing, darting his eyes away.

"They…they want me to join them," Ace muttered, and it all clicked. Whitebeard did have a habit of recruiting new super rookies into his crew, calling them all sons or daughters. "He, Whitebeard, he wants me to be his son."

Ooh, the taboo.

"And you're thinking about it now, aren't you?" Ace hesitated to answer, but gave the slightest nod in agreement. "So what's the problem?"

"I-I...having a father...that's just...I don't know if I want that." Eleison sighed, sitting up and pressing Ace down into her arms, her good hand raising up to idly rub the back of his head.

"You only say that because you have only one idea of a father, and it's a horrible one. You've seen how the Whitebeard pirates act around their captain, you've been here long enough. Now the only question is if you want that, too."

Ace tensed up beneath her hand, but didn't do anything else. She continued on, now knowing what Ace really wanted.

"He really does treat them all like his sons, you know. The Whitebeard pirates are literally one big happy family on the touch side of dysfunctional insane. You'd fit right in."

"I tried to kill him over a hundred times," Ace objected weakly.

"I'm sure he thought it was cute of you. His own sons fished you out, didn't they? For all you're concerned, they're just waiting for you to give in."

Ace didn't have a reply to that, and slumped even more in her hold. She laughed and pulled his head up, giving her friend a wide grin.

"I can't believe I searched almost half of the New World to convince you to join the Whitebeard Pirates," she laughed, standing up, and pulling Ace with her. "Now go give your soon-to-be father your answer. I'm going to go find your room and sleep."

"I feel like you're marrying me off," he muttered, but stood up anyway.

"No, I'm pimping you out. There's a difference."


Edward Newgate was thrilled. Ace had came into his room without the desire for his head, a first for the pirate, and finally said he wanted to take on his mark. His sons were equally thrilled at the addition of a new brother, and his growing family welcomed Ace with open arms and a party, and not even the nurses could reprimand him for drinking booze in celebration.

Not like it stopped him before.

The man settled down on his bed, finally done helping putting back anyone who managed to pass out, before a quiet knock pulled him out of his thoughts. He briefly wondered who would still be conscious at this hour, the party ending hours ago and his sons mostly knocked out from the alcohol.

"Come in," he invited, shifting into a more comfortable position on his bed. He turned on the closest lamp beside him that was only enough to light up half the room, the entrance still shrouded in hazy darkness. The door clicked open, and he raised an eyebrow when the cloaked person Marco told him about entered, leaving the door wide open to let the moonlight spill in.

The two regarded each other in silence, the brat hiding her face under a hood.

"May I?" She asked quietly, gesturing in front of her. He nodded and she took one step inside, not even close enough to get out from under the moonlight.

"So what do you want, brat?" He asked, grabbing a sake bottle and taking a long swig from it. Whoever this person is, she did not want to join his crew or become his child, but was only here for Ace.

"I..." she hesitated, nervously shifting around, glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone was intruding. If she wanted this to be a private conversation, the brat should just close the damn door.

She sighed before standing up straight, confidence suddenly pooling as she reached up and yanked off her cloak in one fluid moment, and the sight that greeted him shocked him enough to almost drop his alcohol.

He stared in silence as she quickly moved to shut the door behind her, breathing heavily in shaking fear. It was enough to pull him out of the surprise and observe the girl more closely. She looked up at him with tired eyes before slumping down onto the ground, curling her cloak around her fingers.

Piercing golden eyes.

Platinum hair that changes black under light.

Two traits he's only seen on a handful of people.

He grinned, finally connecting the pieces together, why this brat said nothing and only showed her hair, why she is so hesitant to reveal herself to his crew. Although he was still missing the whole picture, he had enough to understand.

"Minai and Irin, eh?"


Would you look at that. Progress.

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