WARNING: references to drug abuse and prostitution included in this chapter.
"Woah. Ya look like shit, partner," Ruluf said.
"You think?" Dante said while taking a drink from his second coffee cup that morning.
Erick's nightmares became, at least, a thrice-a-week occurrence. On 'good' nights he would simply wake up after some tossing and turning. Regularly, he would wake up yelling for someone to get out of the way or to not give up. Bad nights usually ended with him desperately checking Dante's chest for wounds, ripping his sleeping clothes or the sheets to tie improvised tourniquets or pushing the Turk over the edge of the bed and throwing himself on top to protect him from imaginary debris and shrapnel.
Dante would always hold his face to focus his eyes on Erick's and talk to him to get him out of his nightmare, watching the mako glow fade slowly as he regained notion of his actual surroundings. He would always apologize with a sad smile and ask if he wasn't hurt in any way. Whether he meant real or imaginary damage was something that Dante was yet to elucidate. After he calmed down, Erick would invariably hold Dante tightly from behind, closing him as far as he could towards his chest and slowly drift to more restless sleep.
At first, Erick simply ignored the issue, saying it would pass soon. But as time passed and things got worse, he became brooding and evasive about the subject daily.
It turned out, the mission at Fort Condor was ongoing: Erick had been sent back by Genesis, because his frequent distractions and fidgeting had almost caused another incident. The SOLDIER 1st had requested another 2nd class member was sent instead, and Erick was in turn placed in Midgar for security duties. Although Dante was happy he was spending every night with his boyfriend, he couldn't ignore the fact the circumstances were less than ideal.
On whatever little free time he got, he would walk to the Shinra archive to research about what he supposed was a form of PTSD. Unfortunately, most of the information would have been records of past SOLDIER or infantry operatives, which were locked in some psychiatrist office. As a Turk, Dante could arguably have access to most information on request, no questions asked, but he was more than certain once he pulled that, it would not be long before Tseng or Veld found out and chewed his ass for abusing his position. All he could gather were sparse notes made by some professor Hollander on the amplifying effects mako had on many psychological issues. Snapping shut the record, Dante returned to the office to continue his work before his absence was noted.
On arrival, he was greeted by a folder on his desk, which contained a single page dossier with so little text he wondered why Tseng didn't just use a post-it instead of wasting a sheet of paper:
Former [][][][][][][][][][][][][][] Sharpe Altodis was seen near a warehouse in Kalm (commercial district). Corroborate if the reports are true and if possible, arrest the subject. Agent is allowed a lower-ranking member to accompany.
Dante turned the page around and found it empty: 'a warehouse' was all his information. His eyes, however, wandered to the most noticeable aspect of the dossier: the redacted parts. Two or three words were blacked out from source, meaning that the report had been printed like that instead of Tseng or Veld covering the text with black ink. This made Dante wonder what exactly was removed and most importantly, why it was removed in the first place. Sharpe was, after all, his target, so it made no sense for any information to be kept from him.
Deciding to ask later, Dante focused on the last part: "a lower ranking member," Dante said to himself. That meant he was in charge and that he could take…
"Done!" Elena said, putting an assembled sniper rifle on her desk.
"You left a pin out again! How many times must we go through this, Elena!?" Freyra yelled at her partner. Hairs were sticking out of her usually pristine ponytail.
"Nope." Dante could be a bit pickier this time. He turned to Chuck.
"Here you go ma'am!" the blond said, offering a coffee cup to Judet.
She took a sip before spitting it out. "You brat! I told you soy milk! Not whole milk!"
"What's this Jud? Shrimp's been messin'up th'orders again'?" Ruluf interjected.
"S-sorry!"
"No 'sorry'! Just pain for you until you learn to follow orders!" Judet and Ruluf grabbed each one of Chuck's arms.
"Maybe an hour of sparring will teach you!"
"No! Please! I'm still sore!" The kid cried while dragged out of the office.
"I guess not…" Dante said. Dante turned to the hierarchy chart on the wall. According to his standing, the only other lower-ranking member was…
"Oh, for the love of…! Printer's jammed again!" Alvis said, punching the side of the device a couple times.
"Well, punching it is not gonna help!" Freyra said, eyes fixed on Elena.
"Then why do you keep… Ouch!" Elena's protest was interrupted with a slap from her partner's metal ruler.
"Just call tech support!" Dante said. "By the way Alvis, we have a mission in Kalm!"
"Hell no! I have reports to fill!" The redhead said, pulling a crumpled, toner-stained page from within the printer's rollers.
"I, er… Um…" Dante did not expect a rebuke like that one. He turned to see Freyra, who was in turn already looking at him, one eyebrow high. She made a gesture with her ruler-free-hand to urge him into pulling rank.
"What I'm saying is…"
"Ah shit! Look at this mess!" Alvis interrupted, his hand dyed black. He pressed repeatedly a button that made the printer's gears whirl and stutter.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!"
"And I told ya, I got work to…"
A small knife flew across the office, nested itself squarely among the rollers and got stuck there, making screeching noises that after some violent shaking and smoky streams, finally put the device out of its misery.
"Your partner is ordering you something, yo! The chief ordered you to follow orders from superiors, so grab your shit and go!" Reno said from his desk.
"Ugh, fine!" Alvis finally said. "But request two bikes! I ain't riding bitch!" He said, storming out of the office.
"What's gotten into him?" Dante asked.
"Got his mako shot a couple days ago, so he's being kind of a pain in the ass. Like, rebel without a cause and stuff," Freyra said, tapping her ruler impatiently at Elena's lack of dexterity.
"Also, he doesn't wanna go to Kalm. Also, partner, grow a pair already! We are not gonna bail you out every time, yo!" Reno said.
Still sore he was scolded, Dante began preparing for the mission, checking any Kalm maps and records of the area to trace entry and escape routes. At Alvis' request, he also requested a pair of personnel-issue motorbikes instead of a regular vehicle, along with some basic supplies.
When he delivered the item and materia request to Elena, she said:
"Oh! Check this out!" She then opened their materia-storage cabinet and from the bottom, pulled a large metal briefcase, that Dante identified as the ones Judet and Rude had brought into the office a few weeks back. Elena opened it and showed the contents to Dante: twelve small, pale green materia were carefully arranged inside the protective foam that lined the case. "The techs at the material-growing lab gave us these to test. They are a new experimental kind. It supposedly deals non-elemental magic damage. Wanna take it for a spin?" She said complicity.
"What's the catch?" Dante asked. He knew Elena a bit too well.
She quickly pulled a misassembled submachine gun from her drawer and pointed at some pieces still out of the weapon. "Where the hell do these go!?" She cried in despair.
"Nope! If Freyra finds out, she'll have my ass for helping you!"
"Please! I keep trying to put the… Thingie here, but it won't keep in place 'cuz the other… Thingamabob is out of place and I'm sure the whatchamacallit is responsible for that!"
Dante sighed, and after a quick glance over his shoulder to check there were no witnesses, quickly assembled the submachine gun.
"Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!" She said, and promptly handed him two orbs.
The following day, Dante and Alvis double checked their supplies and changed out of their suit to raise less suspicion once their mission began.
After signing the exit form, an infantryman moved two engine red motorbikes from the back of the parking lot and handed the keys to the Turks.
"Oh, sweet!" The redhead exclaimed after looking his new ride. "I used to steal pieces from this model!"
"What?" The infantryman asked.
"Don't mind him," Dante said dismissively. "Now, before we go…" but as he turned with a helmet, Alvis started the engine and rode out of the garage. Using his newly-acquired skill, Dante began chasing after his insubordinate partner.
He finally reached Alvis at one of the reactors, were a specialized service lift would lower them and the bikes to the outside of the city.
"Hey! Don't go running about like that!"
"Oh, come on! Not every day you get one of these babes and not go speeding on it!" Alvis said enthusiastically, his euphoria enhanced by his even spikier, wind-messed hair. Even in broad daylight, the faintest hint of mako could be seen around his iris. According to Reno, the dose given to Turks was far lower than even the SOLDIER initiates received, but it was still far more than a regular person would be exposed to. Hell, not even the mako technicians at the reactors were exposed as much. Judet had advised Dante to keep Alvis on a tight leash, as he would likely be prone to reckless behavior. This crucial information, and the memories of the day SOLDIERs were enhanced en masse by Hojo left Dante wondering if maybe Elena wasn't so bad of a choice after all.
As they moved the bikes to the lift, Dante went on: "look, I get you are excited. But I'm still in charge of this mission and of you. So don't do anything that I wouldn't do."
"Tsk. Killjoy," Alvis scoffed.
They began their ride to Kalm through the wasteland surrounding Midgar, with Alvis riding at breakneck speed and Dante following as close as he dared ride. It was very obvious that, mako or not, Alvis was decidedly enjoying the trip.
Suddenly while traversing a shallow canyon, something caught Dante's eye: something was moving along the upper borders of the cliff to their left. However, every time he attempted to look up, the sunlight blinded him, and after a couple of tries, he had only managed to see something black running along them.
Dante began signaling Alvis to slow down so that he could reach him, and while the rookie complied, before Dante could actually reach him, a large beast fell between their bikes. Then another and another. Looking at the mirrors, sides and front, Dante realized they were being chased by a pack of six Kalm Fangs.
"Shi, shit, shit!" Dante exclaimed, trying to remain calm.
Two of the creatures began attempting to bite at their right sides, and between dodges and speed fluctuations alone, the Fangs pushed them off course into a separate canyon. Alvis had already extended his EMR and kept it ready on his hand, holding simultaneously the weapon and the bike's throttle. One of the Fangs jumped and attempted to knock down the redhead, but he quickly countered with a spark of electricity. Then, Dante saw where they were heading: the canyon ended abruptly at a steep wall. They were led into a trap by the Fang pack. Alvis noticed too, because he immediately began slowing down, before sharply turning left and letting the bike slow down by drifting sideways, raising plumes of dust where the bike's wheels and his left foot contacted the loose gravel.
Immediately after jumping down from their bikes, they began the encounter: Dante pulled his handgun from under his jacket and began firing at the closest enemies. Alvis on the other hand, lacking a ranged weapon, closed in on his partner and covered his back.
"Hey! Let's use that material Elena gave us!"
"What!? We don't even know what it does!" Dante said between magazines. Alvis, however was already charging the spell.
A blinding stream of light emanated from the tip of his EMR and homed into one of the Kalm Fangs, sending the creature flying back upon impact.
"Huh. Good enough!" Dante said, and began charging a spell of his own. After reading, the Turk lowered the safety lever of his gun to a point below a normal handgun's lock position. There, the next shot would be the charged spell of the materia slotted in the handle instead of a bullet. Assisted by the weapon's sights, Dante fired another stream of light at another Fang, also knocking it back and rendering it immobile.
After downing four of their targets, the remaining two beasts finally escaped their encounter before suffering the same fate as their other pack members.
"Ooooh man! This is SO cool!" Alvis said excitedly. "What is it? Some form of lighting?"
"No idea, but it certainly packs a punch," Dante said, slowly turning his aching wrists, courtesy of the heavy recoil the spell caused.
"So we can test it AND name it!?"
"Well, I'm not so sure about that one…"
"Hyper Beam!" Alvis said while mounting his bike.
"Nah, too obvious."
"Crescent Beam…?"
They arrived at Kalm some time later, still discussing possible names for the new materia.
"Tiro Finale?"
"Sounds girly," Alvis said.
"Hmmm," Dante said. They parked near a plaza and Dante loaded the small map on his PHS to see where they had to walk.
"Burst Stream of Destruction!"
"Way too long!" Dante answered.
They walked several blocks towards the warehouses on the northern outskirt of the city, paying close attention to every surrounding person, all while suggesting names that sounded more and more bombastic, and sometimes, trademarked.
"Hmmm… How about Kamehame-?"
"Alvis! You piece of scum! That you?" Someone said behind them. The Turks turned to meet an angry-looking guy. Dante's occasional bodyguard duties had taught him a thing or two about profiling, and this guy, with his body stance, blonde-bleached hair, open jacket and thick metal chain around his neck, fit every mark of a dangerous person.
"'tis you! Where the fuck have you been!?"
"Wilson. Look man. I don't want any trouble." Alvis said. Again, Dante's profiling caught Alvis slight retreat and eye-contact evasion.
"Well, you sure are getting into some! Where's the money you owe me, punk?" Wilson said while grabbing a fistful of Alvis' jacket.
"Hey!" Dante yelled, taking a decisive step forward.
"Mind your own fucking business!" The man said, pushing Dante back with his free hand. Surprisingly, Alvis didn't seem to react to that, and even let himself be dragged into an alley.
Not wanting to call attention to themselves, Dante decided to end the scuffle on the spot. He drew his handgun and aimed.
"Stop! You are interrupting official business of the Shinra Electric Power-"
"Shinra?" Wilson asked mockingly. "I see you've been climbing up the ladder! Finally landed yourself a rich old geezer to pay for your nasty habits?"
Alvis' face contorted under some unknown, painful emotion.
"Drop him!" Dante said, and he proceeded to release the safety.
"Why don't'cha tell you sugar daddy to pay me for all the white stuff you owe me, huh?" Wilson smashed Alvis' back against the wall behind him.
"I said drop him!" Dante cocked the hammer of his handgun. He was trying with all his might not to fire, as a gunshot would definitely draw attention to them. People were already peeking into the alley they were in.
"I'm sure you can put your pretty little mouth to use again, huh? That didn't stop you back then to get some money!" Wilson broke into laughter.
"Hey, Wilson…?" Alvis said in a hushed voice. The man stopped laughing. "You don't know shit." That said, Alvis pressed the tip of his EMR against the man's neck and had it give a long shock of electricity until his assaulter fell unconscious.
Alvis looked distraught before finally saying: "Let's get out of here." He collapsed his EMR and began walking away from the scene. Dante followed, deciding that whatever had happened there, was better left unmentioned for the time being.
They walked in silence towards their target area, walking past people who didn't seem to notice Alvis' sulking expression. Finally, they stopped at a convenience store to buy something to drink.
"How about 'Heavensward'?" Dante said, trying to break the awkward silence.
Alvis chuckled. "Sounds complementary to something else." They drank from their cans for a few seconds, before Alvis continued: "what did you do before becoming a Turk?"
Dante though for a moment. "Existing, mostly. I lived with my family. For some reason thought my life was boring, so I came here, trying to feel special." Dante said with honesty. "You?"
"Stole car parts," he stated dryly.
"I assume Wilson predates that."
"I was…" Alvis took a sip from his drink, which only now Dante noticed was a whiskey-soda mix "…a junkie."
Dante refrained from commenting, but still looked at his partner, inviting him to continue.
"Dad walked out. Mom died when I was young so my older brother raised me. He busted his ass working part-time jobs to put me through school, but I… He was out all day so I got mixed with the wrong crowd. One thing led to another and… I was putting all sorts of crap in my veins. Did some fucked up things to get it too." He crushed the empty can with his hand and tossed it into the bin.
"How did you end up in Midgar?" Dante asked.
"My brother put me through rehab. Kicked me out of the house as soon as I was clean. Was about seventeen at the time. I guess old habits die hard, 'cuz as soon as I got there, I began stealing and mugging people."
They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"I'm happy Elena and Rude caught me, you know?"
Dante drank the last of his can.
"Otherwise I would probably be into drugs again by now. Maybe I'm still doing illegal stuff now, but hey! At least I'm not risking getting stabbed every corner!" He said, dejected.
"Sharpe…"
"Right, we should go back to the mission…"
"No, look! Sharpe!" Dante pointed through the window: their target was walking across the street carrying a large cardboard box.
"Mucho Conveniente…" Alvis said.
"Let's leave the materia names for later," Dante said, walking out of the store.
"No, I meant… Oh, never mind…"
Dante and Alvis followed Sharpe from afar until he walked to a large warehouse area. Indeed, he walked into a derelict-looking one, unaware of the Turk's tailing. By then, Dante had already informed Tseng via message that their target was in sight and they were following.
Just as Sharpe entered the warehouse, their chief's response arrived:
Backup dispatched to current location. Secure the area. Do not engage.
Even on a military helicopter, it would be an hour before the other Turks arrived.
"Hey, look up there," Alvis said.
A large scaffold was assembled near a wall of the warehouse, leading all the way up to a window. Maybe spying from there was a bit of a stretch from 'secure the area', but if they could gather any information about the inner layout of the building, it could prove helpful for their partners.
The Turks climbed and Dante peeked inside. There were several levels of elevated walkway gratings, and the ground level was completely obscured by them.
"Should we go in?" Alvis asked.
"Nah. We shou…" Dante could not remember anything afterwards.
"Come on man! Let me fucking kill him!"
"First move everything out! If these two are here, other Turks should not take long to arrive!"
"You said I would get to kill him when I had the chance!"
"And I said move everything out! The cloning research here is too valuable to be lost!"
Dante opened his eyes ever so slightly. Someone had cast a mighty good Sleep spell on them. His arms were tied behind his back and against them… He felt around his own hands with the little freedom he had there: Alvis' wrists were tied against his own. Dante dared open one of his eyes at the time to scan the room: a couple people moved by, carrying boxes and papers. On the other side, he was their weapons, carelessly left on a chair against near the wall.
"Fuck it! I'm finishing this now!"
Heavy steps preceded someone grabbing a fistful of Dante's hair and pulling his head upwards. Still pretending to be asleep, Dante then felt a splash of cold water on his face: he reacted by mere force of instinct and opened his eyes, finding himself face-to-face with Sharpe.
"Wake up Turk! We have unfinished business!"
Dante decided to play it cool and stall for their backup to arrive.
"'s up?"
"Don't play games with me! We have a score to settle!"
"Do we now…?" Dante looked puzzled for a few seconds. "I'm sorry. What was your name again?"
Sharpe pulled back to deliver a punch.
"Sharpe! What did I say!? Help carry these out!" Someone yelled.
Dante looked at the man. Brown quasi-military uniform, slicked-back hair and glasses. The sketches and burry pictures of countless files clicked to mind.
"Well, well. If it isn't the chief of Avalanche himself! Fuhito!" Dante said in his best impression of Reno's devil-may-care attitude, otherwise he would have cracked under the sheer amount of fear and stress of the situation they were in.
Fuhito and Sharpe went on arguing over whether they should kill them or not, all while practically ignoring them. Alvis began stirring behind him, no doubt the spell wearing off. Then, his partner's movement rubbed against something in his back. Dante took a quick glance at the chair with their weapons and realized something important: his new Wutaian knife was missing, no doubt unnoticed by his captors and still under his jacket.
"Alvis."
"Ugh… My head…"
"Wake up!" Dante whispered, his eyes fixed on the place they were in: the large warehouse contained several computers, some laboratory equipment and a couple of frantic Avalanche members gathering any incriminating evidence and taking it outside in boxes.
"Alvis! Knife, by back. Reach for it!"
"Ok, ok. Man, I hate Sleep spells," he began shuffling discretely around Dante's back.
"I don't care about your personal vendetta with this Turk! Carry everything out, now!" Fuhito yelled.
"Fuck no! You promised I could have him if I helped you!"
"And you are not done helping me! Besides, if you kill either one of those, we'll have the entire Turk force leaving no stone unturned, looking for us!"
"Guys!" Dante said.
"Who the hell cares!"
"I care! We cannot move everything every two weeks! Do you know how hard it is to find a large warehouse at a reasonable price!?" Fuhito said.
"Guys!" Dante attempted. Alvis had already pulled the knife from the sheath as was working on cutting the rope.
"Are you shitting me!? Your care about the bottom line of your little terrorist organization!?" Sharpe said, incredulous.
"Eco-terrorist organization, thank you very much," Fuhito said with contempt. "And of course I care about keeping us away from red numbers! Do you know how expensive my plan is!?"
"Guys!" Dante said again.
"WHAT!?" Fuhito and Sharpe yelled in unison.
"Something's burning up there!" Dante said, pointing with his gaze at some unknown point of the ceiling. Both their captors turned around.
"I see nothing…" Fuhito said after a few seconds. By the time he and Sharpe turned around, Dante and Alvis had already rolled away from their spot and recovered their equipment.
"Motherf-!" Sharpe began, before being interrupted and stunned by a low-level Lighting spell from Alvis.
"Now, freeze!" Dante said, aiming at Fuhito.
"Meaning you are casting an Ice spell? Or are you telling me to stay still?" Fuhito snorted.
"Don't play games! You are under arrest!"
"Am I now?" With that last taunt, Fuhito snapped his fingers.
Someone fell from the gratings above right in between the Turks and Fuhito. A fumble of white fabric preceded the tackle of a young woman with a sword.
"Shit!" Dante exclaimed, barely dodging the weapon.
"Elfe, keep them busy while we get move out," Fuhito ordered before grabbing Sharpe's foot and dragging the unconscious man out.
The woman began a vicious assault at the two Turks, who could barely keep up with her speed and strength. Every fist-punch, kick, counter-maneuver and head-lock they threw at her was easily dodged, neutralized and escaped from with ease. Elfe kicked Alvis' EMR out of his hand and kicked him against a table, breaking several chemical bottles that were on top.
Not wanting to lef Fuhito escape, Dante aimed his handgun at the man's leg. Elfe took notice and moved her sword with astounding speed. The Turk pulled the trigger… And nothing happened: Elfe had managed to place nothing but a few millimeters of the tip of her sword right in front of the gun's hammer, stopping it from firing. In one quick motion, she closed in on Dante, and before he could even react, Elfe had released the magazine and moved the slider to empty the chamber. She then turned and kicked Dante squarely in the stomach, sending him a cuple meters backwards. Elfe walked towars the downed Turk, sword ready.
"Aurora Execution!" Alvis yelled before a blinding stream of magical light hit Elfe in the back. She stumbled for a bit, but seemed mostly unaffected by the attack.
"Yashima Positron Beam!" Dante yelled, firing magic from his otherwise empty handgun and making Elfe stumble backwards.
"That should do. We'll let experiment 46 handle the rest," Fuhito said to his warrior from a door in the back. He then pushed a button from a panel in the wall, which caused a metal cylinder to hiss and open slowly. With the distraction, Elfe retreated behind the Avalanche chief, sheathing her sword.
"May you enjoy this new experiment of ours. A little step into realizing our deepest desire," Fuhito announced proudly. A man, dressed in a black military suit and wearing a full-face helmet began twitching inside the container. Dante turned to see Alvis, who just nodded back.
They aimed their weapons and began charging with the last of their mana.
"Ha! You think you little light show is gonna-"
The blast of light carved a hole right through the man's chest. His lifeless body fell with a thud out of the pod.
Everyone stood in silence at the anticlimactic battle.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Fuhito cursed. "That is supposed to be a SOLDIER clone! Ugh, never mind! Let's go!" That said, he left and locked the door behind.
Dante and Alvis ran to the opposite side of the warehouse and opened the front door in hot pursuit. They walked out just as a large truck drove out of the area. Dante aimed at one wheel.
"Shit!" He realized his folly too late: the handgun was still empty.
The backup arrived fifteen minutes later. Freyra, Emma, Ruluf and Rude dropped from the aircraft while Reno went on to find a place to land on.
By then, Alvis and Dante had scanned the warehouse to secure any possible information to no avail. Fuhito and his men had taken anything potentially revealing out of the place.
"Well, this was all for nothing!" Emma said.
"Not quite," Freyra interjected. "We now know that Sharpe guy is working with Fuhito, and he in turn is working in…"
"…cloning," Dante said.
"We'll know for sure once the Science Department had time to examine that body," Rude said, pointing at the failed experiment.
"Most'importantly," Ruluf said. "What we gonna tell Veld 'bout seein' Felicia?"
They stood in silence for a moment. Emma was the first to speak: "we'll clear it out with Tseng first. We don't know how chief Veld might react."
After a specialized team recovered the body and any remaining papers left behind, Dante and Alvis began walking back to the place they had parked their motorcycles.
"Should we really be hiding from Veld we say her daughter?"
"For the time being," Dante said. He didn't quite support the motion, but understood his partner's point of view.
After igniting the bikes, and while waiting for them to warm up, Alvis continued:
"It just feels wrong you know. I don't know what is worse: not knowing if your family is out there or… Them pretending you don't exist…"
"For the time being," Dante said, trying to sound reassuring.
"By the way… Thanks for covering my ass in that fight."
"Well, she might have killed us otherwise."
"I meant the other one. I was scared shitless of seeing that guy again."
Dante chuckled. "I guess we are even. I was scared shitless of firing... again." It dawned on him that he had just killed Fuhito's soldier. The redhead seemed to caught on that too, because he didn't press the issue further.
Right before starting the ride back, Alvis gave one last proposal.
"Hey. How about 'Turk Light'?"
"Huh… That actually sounds cool."
My God! The chapters are getting steadily longer!
So this chapter is a bit of this, a bit of that. Mostly a self-contained adventure with anime references galore!
Originally there was another long scene at the end, but finally decided to move it to the next chapter.
Which will hopefully come soon.
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