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"Well..." said Yyrn.

Mythri knew what he meant; he was still worried about her shoulder.

"I am going," she said, unconsciously sticking her chin out a bit farther.

"Not my point."

"I know," she sighed.

"Well?"

"Not yet."

"Mythri..." Yyrn's voice was tense, then, calming himself, he asked, "What do you mean, not yet?"

"I..."

"They are or they don't, little sister."

"They might come back."

Even to her own ears, this sounded hollow.

"Really? Do you truly believe that?"

"They could come back, Yyrn... couldn't they?"

Yyrn sat down, resting his head on his hand.

"Oh, Mythri..."


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