Chapter 1- Breathe

Link sat on his bed as Instructor Owlan examined his wounds. The familiar setting was decidedly unfamiliar after months on the Surface. There were so few nights that he'd spent in his own bed since leaving Skyloft that the mattress felt strange beneath him. He'd grown accustomed to sleeping against a tree, in the grass, and even in the sand.

"Link," Owlan muttered, awe and horror clouding his voice as he pressed against the largest wound by his collar, looking for the best way to close it to heal. Link winced and shrugged it off, as he'd done for every other mark of an old wound on his body.

"It's fine," Link said, his eyes flickering to Instructor Horwell in the doorway. He was holding two potions, and the smell wafted toward Link even from the distance between them, causing Link to look away, disgusted.

"It will help," Horwell said, holding the potion out. Of the two, Link trusted Owlan's medicinal skills more, but Horwell had been more persistent over the years. "I know you don't like to listen to me about these things, but this potion will help."

"You'll want it in a minute," Owlan warned, taking out a sharp needle and placing it readily off to the side before examining the smaller gash on Link's arm.

A new voice entered the room. Headmaster Gaepora, Zelda's father.

"How is she?" Link asked quickly.

Gaepora held up a hand. "She is asleep. Despite what she said about how long she slumbered, her body is regaining the… life force that was stolen from her." He couldn't help but choke over the words as he thought about what they'd all told him. His only daughter, dangling in midair as two demonic entities sucked the life straight out of her. Gaepora shuddered and closed his eyes, as if he could physically shake the description away.

"Groose?" Link asked when Gaepora looked a little less uncomfortable.

"Unscathed. Upset about someone he kept calling 'Granny,' but since his grandmother is on his home island still, I'll assume he doesn't mean her."

Link nodded and returned his eyes to his arm, too distracted and overwhelmed to explain who 'Granny' was, even if Impa was the reason he and Zelda were still alive.

Owlan held up the needle and held Link's arm steady as he tried to move quickly and efficiently to close the two worst wounds he'd sustained. Link bit back a groan of pain when the needle poked through his skin the first time, and he glanced at the potion.

No, he could handle this after everything he'd been through.

Gaepora eyed a rather large, though entirely healed, old wound on Link's chest. "What's that from? How did you heal from that?"

Link looked down and, surprisingly, laughed. "Fi called it Koloktos. I was in an ancient cistern in Faron and…" he looked up at the three confused faces. Nothing he was saying sounded like a language they knew. Everything about the Surface was unfamiliar to them. He tried again, using only references they knew. "Uh, through the green light in the clouds there was a mechanical statue. The evil one I told you about, Ghirahim, brought it to life with magic and it attacked me. It had a few axes, and then it pulled out six swords. It was a miracle I wasn't hit more during that fight." He pointed to some other equally old, healed wounds on his arms. "These are from Koloktos too."

The three instructors of the Academy looked at each other, slightly horrified.

Link held up the arm that wasn't being prodded with a needle in a calming gesture. "Koloktos is gone now. If you were to go down, it would be destroyed. It won't re-animate without magic and a good mechanic."

"Because you destroyed it," Gaepora sighed. "Link, I'm sorry you had to endure these trials."

Link winced as Owlan finished and wrapped the arm in gauze far higher than necessary, over his elbow to keep his arm still. The evidence of Link's once broken bone from his shield was a far too large bruise, but the fairy had turned it from a break to something far less painful. Owlan pushed Link down gently. "Lie back if you don't want to take that potion."

Eyeing it one more time, Link decided to risk going without it. The pungent smell alone made the decision. He'd rather be in pain.

"I'm not surprised," Horwell chuckled, setting the potion down before leaving the room.

Master Eagus, the Knight in charge of the Sparring Hall and one of Link's good friends, stepped into the room when Horwell left and watched Owlan work on Link's wounds with the same curiosity as the others. "How are you?" Eagus had mentored Link for several years before taking over as Master of the Sparring Hall from his own mentor, Kos. Seeing Link's skill and determination brought on a soft spot for the boy, and Eagus couldn't help but root for Link's success just a little more than his other students.

"Been better," Link hissed as Owlan set to sealing the deeper wound by his collar. Link glanced over at the door. "Are there people lining the halls or something?"

Eagus laughed. "You're a bit of a legend, Link. You and Zelda should expect a fair bit of fame from this. Not just on Skyloft. The Outer Islands will hear about this as well."

"Because we fell through- ughh-" he winced, his face contorting as his skin felt like it was burning beneath the needle.

Owlan hummed smugly, "We told you to take the potion."

Link ignored him and returned his attention to Eagus. "Because we fell through the cloud barrier, or because they heard we saved the world?"

Eagus laughed to himself this time, though Link could detect a trace of uneasy shame in it. "Honestly, I believe they might be more impressed by the cloud barrier. We were blissfully unaware of the danger you faced on the Surface until the Goddess Statue fell from the Sky."

"Link," Gaepora said, interrupting. "I have to go now. When you are done, please meet me in my office. I believe you and I need to discuss these events in greater detail."

"Ah," Owlan said, "Might I join?"

Gaepora deferred to Link. It was his story after all.

When Link was hesitant to answer, Owlan pulled just a little tighter on the thread attached to the needle.

Link twitched. "Ow! Yes, yes, you can listen. But I think we should wait for Zelda. She can fill in quite a few gaps, given… her lineage."

Gaepora grimaced at the words. Though he felt unbelievably blessed that his daughter was the Goddess Hylia reincarnated, to him, she was also just his daughter. Anything else was… wrong. "You're right," he said, crossing his arms and muttering to himself as he left the room. "Of course, we should wait. Tomorrow then."

Owlan worked until Link's entire wound was sealed, and he tied the ends of the thread, smoothing a protective bandage over it. "Do not make me come re-stitch that, Link."

"I'll try," Link chuckled.

Owlan pointed to the potion Horwell had left behind. "Take that for your bones to heal quicker, if not for the pain itself. Perhaps drink it outside in case… the smell nauseates you."

"Happy thoughts," Link scoffed, closing his eyes.

Patting Link's shoulder, Owlan gathered his things and headed out. Link could hear him shoo-ing people from the hallway, telling them to give him space.

Eagus was still in the room, looking around at all the items Link had scattered about from his travels, and he pointed to Link's unaccompanied shield. "Where'd that sword of yours go?"

Link shook his head, hoping Eagus couldn't see just how upset the thought made him. "Left it behind."

"Oh. It was a beautiful sword. You're a Knight of Skyloft now though. When you want to get out there, just come by and I can give you a new one. You never really had the chance to enjoy your new life, huh?"

Link could tell it wasn't a real question, just musings from the sword master. "Thank you, Eagus."

Eagus patted the wall and left, closing the door behind him, leaving Link alone for the first time since returning.

Link took a deep breath, ignoring the pain he could still feel as he did. Just hours ago, he'd fought Demise. Yet here on Skyloft, surrounded by old faces, old furniture, an old life, it felt like years had passed.

He swung his feet off the bed and groaned, holding his side as he tried to straighten his back. He hadn't realized just how injured he'd been; the adrenaline had run out and exhaustion set in. But sleeping wasn't something Link was interested in. Instead, he slowly shuffled over to his wardrobe and pulled the loosest shirt out that he owned and shrugged it on, groaning each time he moved his arms just a little too high.

His blue eyes slid to the potion, and then to the door. Well, he thought, at this point, who cares? And crossing the room, he downed the potion in a swift swig. Though, he immediately regretted it, as it tasted far worse than it smelled. With a harsh chuckle, he set the glass down. If this was the worst thing he'd have to do for some time, he was okay with that.

Carefully, he left his room and glanced around the halls. They were thankfully free of any roaming or lingering students, but he supposed he had the nighttime and Owlan to thank for the fact that everyone had gone back to their rooms fairly quickly.

The stairwell had a certain appeal, given that it would lead straight to Zelda's room. But she needed rest, and he didn't want to disturb her, no matter how badly he wanted to be near her, to just see that she was still alive, still breathing. He had a feeling that need would overpower him eventually, especially given the day's events, but for now, he just needed to feel the brisk night air on his face.

Walking over to the edge of Skyloft, Link stared down into the gaping holes in the cloud barrier that he'd created. A warm feeling rushed through him, something that made him just want to lay down, or close his eyes. Goddess, he couldn't remember when he'd last felt this feeling. Relief? Peace? The simple joy of being able to look down without worrying about the destruction of the entire world or the death of your best friend?

Three small holes were left from the markings he and Fi had made by reassembling the tablet, and the largest from where Skyloft's Goddess Statue had plummeted to the Surface below, crushing the final rise of the chaotic form of Demise.

If he closed his eyes, he could still see everything; he could still feel everything. It made his wounds ache with a dull throbbing sensation and a fresh pain that only lived in his mind.

With his hands in his pockets, he made his way along the edge, almost as if he were a Knight on patrol. And with a start, he realized that it was entirely possible that if life had remained unchanged, that is where he might be right now.

He could be patrolling Skyloft after returning from the unforgiving Outer Sky, a place that only the best knights were sent to search for new land formations, and documenting unexplored territories, often spending weeks at a time away from home, though it was the most respected position on the island. Before he'd followed Zelda to the Surface, that's where his future was heading. He had bested even experienced Knights and would have been welcomed into the Outer Sky position with open arms. No one would worry about his safety, because even before, he'd been far more than capable. But at this point, months after he'd graduated, he'd likely have returned from his first or second long trip by now and would have been stationed on Skyloft for a break. He'd see Karane and Pipit the next day since they were also stationed on Skyloft. And after class hours were over, he'd see Fledge, who still hadn't graduated. He'd avoid Groose, Cawlin, and Stritch, hoping to steer clear of any fights with them. And finally, he'd find Zelda, who'd be grading papers as she shadowed one of the Instructors of the Knight Academy in preparation for her future job. He'd have to drag her away under some pretense just to steal a moment alone with her. And she'd chastise him, despite being unable to hide just how happy the visit had made her.

That could have been his life. Easy. Normal.

He wondered which scenario his mother would have been proudest of. Would she want to see her son as a bona-fide Knight of Skyloft, patrolling the dangers of the Outer Sky, or would she rather see him in the much safer, simpler role Link himself thought he'd have up until about a year ago? He'd once been afraid of Loftwings and of the Sky. It had been his mother's tragic death when Link was only a young child that had caused his crippling fear of Loftwings. He had planned to patrol only the island of Skyloft, keeping the edges safe, clearing the caves and the streets at night of any ChuChu's or Keese. He'd cast that fear aside with Zelda's help, but perhaps it would have kept everyone safe in the long run. They never would have been in the Sky after the Wing Ceremony during the tornado that sent Zelda to the Surface.

Or, he wondered, would his mother want to see him now? A boy chosen by an ancient prophecy who was destined to save the Goddess? Someone who faced death countless times- and faced it willingly- without complaint, and almost too abrasively. His body showed the evidence of his trials and his failures. But it also showed his successes, the wounds that he'd sustained to win. This path had saved Zelda's life, and saved the entire world, at least for his lifetime.

He didn't know what his mother would have wanted. He'd never gotten to know her well enough. But he knew what a certain someone would say. He knew what Zelda would say. She'd smile coyly, her eyes glistening as they always did when she teased Link. "Well obviously I don't want you getting hurt, but I don't think you can actually escape destiny. Or the will of the Goddess... who is technically me. And I'm always right, so..."

He laughed at the thought and circled around the island again, squinting into the darkness, and stopping to lean precariously against the railing that had once been attached to stairs that led to the Goddess Statue. The hole in the cloud barrier was still there. He didn't know if it would last forever, or if it would eventually close up like a healing wound.

Worse yet, he didn't know which side he wanted to be on if it did.

Goddess, how could he go back to this life after all he'd seen and been through? How was he expected to forget that an entire world existed below?

He knew that there was only one other person who understood: Zelda.

Right now, he needed his best friend. He needed the girl who'd been there through his hardest choices, his worst fears, and his greatest triumphs. He needed her to make him laugh, or to tell a stupid joke, or to hit his arm because he'd said something absolutely absurd.

And, admitting to himself that the thought might be a little selfish, he wondered if she needed him right now as much as he needed her.

She was still recovering, and he knew he should let her rest. But... he just needed one moment to see her chest rise and fall, to know that she was there, alive, safe... he just needed that one moment with her tonight.

Resigned to his decision, he headed back inside and hurried up the stairs to hover beside her door. At this hour, boys weren't permitted on the second floor, the girl's floor. He wasn't even trying to hide it, though. If someone wanted to drag him back down to his room, they could certainly try.

Knocking ever so lightly on the door, he found that it hadn't been shut all the way in the first place and creaked open further with every tap. He pressed his head against the door and whispered into the darkness.

"Zel?"

He was met by silence, but as soon was he was about to turn to go back to his room and leave her to sleep, he heard her soft voice. "Link?"

Pushing the door a little further allowed just enough light from the hall into the room so he could see her sitting up in bed. "Hey," he whispered back, careful not to speak too loudly and wake Karane on the other side of the partition. "I just wanted to see if you were… well, I wanted to see if you were alive."

"Mhmm," she muttered. "I think so? It's a little dark, so maybe not."

He grinned, glad to see that some of her humor was still intact.

She waved him over, and when he stood above her, she grabbed his hand. "Good, you're alive too."

"For now," he muttered.

That earned him a decent smack on his arm. His smile grew. Yeah, she was still here.

Grabbing the chair from her desk, he pulled it beside the bed. "How are you?"

She groaned and rolled onto her side to look at him. "I'm okay. Tired. It's like I don't have enough energy to get up yet. But I can feel it coming back to me. What about you?"

"Sore," he chuckled, moving the collar of his shirt slightly so she could see the bandage. "Owlan took care of it. I figured you'd yell at me if I fought him."

"Absolutely," she murmured, her eyes getting heavy again.

"I'll let you sleep. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"No wait," she said, grabbing his hand again. "It's been thousands of years since I saw you before today. Will you stay? Just for a little while, then you can go if you want."

He settled back into the chair and kicked off his boots. "I'll stay all night if you want."

"You... that chair... looks… uncomfortable," she said, already drifting back to sleep.

Link squeezed her hand and watched her for a moment before leaning his head back and closing his own eyes, drifting off into the first peaceful sleep he'd had in months.

Link woke up with a sensation that he'd experienced countless times over the past few months: the feeling that he was being watched.

With a start, he instinctively reached for his sword, but there was nothing there. His jostling woke Zelda, his hand still in hers. She leaned on her arm to look over at Link in his chair, and his eyes darted around the room before settling on the door, where Gaepora was standing, arms crossed.

An overwhelming sense of relief crashed over Link, seeing that the eyes were just Gaepora and not the eyes of a Bokoblin or worse.

"I'm sorry to startle you," Gaepora said evenly, keeping his voice calm for Link's sake. "I did not expect to find you in here."

Link turned to Zelda and saw that he still held her hand, wrenching it back from her. Gaepora and the majority of Skyloft were not privy to their secret relationship that they'd begun just weeks before Zelda had been torn away. Her father was notoriously overbearing, and had not been shy in letting everyone know the lengths he'd gone to in order to watch his only daughter. Zelda had seen the other Instructors of the Academy following her around, and Gaepora had asked Link himself to spy on her for him when he'd suspected her of being out on a date with an Academy Knight.

Link had to turn to Zelda for help. If Link knew one thing, it was that Gaepora was already incredibly suspicious of them. It hadn't helped their situation that Link had jumped to his potential doom through the cloud barrier and risked life and limb just to find Zelda again.

Only Groose, who happened to witness their reunion on the Surface; Link's best friend, Pipit; and Zelda's best friend, Karane, knew the truth. They hadn't even told their other friend, Fledge, for fear that he'd blab to someone. Karane had learned through observation. She saw the looks they gave each other, the covert joining of their hands, their flirting that had gone from friendly to romantic. And once she knew, she'd confronted Zelda, who had no choice but to admit her relationship and feelings.

Pipit had found out by after Zelda's disappearance, when Link still thought that she might have been lost to the cloud barrier, Link had stumbled upon the realization himself, while Pipit just happened to be near.

"I love her, Pip." Link let out a long breath and shook his head. "I love her."

Pipit didn't say anything for a long moment. He watched every emotion play off Link's face. For the briefest moment, Link laughed, and a smile took over, but it was quickly replaced by a look of horror. A realization that came too late. Pipit squeezed Link's shoulder. "We'll find her."

Link had yet to say it aloud in the months since her disappearance, and he'd never said it to Zelda's face. He wasn't sure where they stood. She wasn't just Zelda anymore, and he wasn't sure if the Goddess' memories had altered her feelings at all. They hadn't gotten a chance to talk about it yet.

Gaepora stayed in the doorway, waiting for someone to speak.

Zelda took Link's cue. "He checked in on me last night. We were catching up and must have fallen asleep."

"Mhmm," Gaepora hummed, unconvinced even in the slightest that the story ended there.

"What did you need me for, Father?" Zelda asked groggily.

Gaepora's eyes slid to Link. "I wanted to catch up with you as well, my Zelda. Several of us were hoping we could have an official recounting of events, and I was wondering if you were strong enough, perhaps strong enough to get some air."

Zelda tested her muscles and stretched. "Yes, I can do that."

Gaepora beamed. "When Link brought you back and you collapsed, I thought perhaps the Goddess would make me wait much longer to hear your voice once again."

Zelda laughed, light and airy. "I would never do that to you."

"You wou-?" Gaepora began with a grin that quickly faded as realization took over. Zelda… the Goddess- one and the same- would never do that to him.

"I'm sorry, sometimes I just speak and it's not something I should say," Zelda apologized, looking more embarrassed than anything.

"No, don't be sorry, Zelda. We will all adjust to this in time. It will be fine. Now, I would think you should get changed and then try to make it downstairs for breakfast. I'll have Henya make your favorite. Since you've been gone, we set up some tables inside, like a dining area. Link and I will meet you there."

"Thank you," she said, pushing her blankets back and sitting up. She held her head, willing the world to stop spinning, but after a few breaths, it did.

Gaepora led Link down the stairs, looking him over. "You're quite pale today."

Link tried to laugh, but it hurt still. "One day after saving the Surface and you want me to be perfectly better? Even I'm not that special."

"Hmm," Gaepora hummed, amused, and slipped a rupee into Link's hand. "If you go to the Bazaar, go to Bertie and Luv later. They'll have a potion far better than that swill Horwell makes."

Link grinned and nodded, but handed the rupee back. "I'll cover it, but thank you."

"I don't pay you yet, Link," Gaepora jested, referring to the salary all patrol Knights were paid on Skyloft.

Link fished in his pocket and pulled out a rupee of his own, admiring the shiny, new quality of it. "I think they came from the Surface originally. There are rupees everywhere there."

"That would certainly encourage a few people I know to brave the barrier."

Gaepora veered toward Henya to relay his meal request for Zelda, but Link turned to the tables that had been set up in the corner of the room where he saw Pipit and Karane sitting, watching him with cautious optimism.

Link chuckled and opened his arms, hearing them push their chairs away and feeling both of them grab him in a welcoming hug.

Though he'd seen them a few times since the Link had first traveled to Surface, it wasn't the same. He used to be around them every day of his life, and now, if he saw them every few weeks, it was a miracle. They'd seen him just before the Goddess Statue fell, and his goodbye to them had seemed rather final.

"Glad you're back," Pipit mused. He was going to shove Link playfully, as he'd always done, but his hand froze just a breadth away from Link's bandaged wound.

"Zelda!" Karane breathed, pushing past Link as if she'd forgotten he was there.

Zelda appeared in the doorway, catching hold of Karane as the girl threw herself on her friend. Zelda squeezed her and they swayed side to side, laughing and relishing their reunion. Pipit gave Karane a moment, but then pushed his way into their group hug. Link hung back. They were known to fall to the ground when there were too many people in a hug, and he was not in the best of shape to fall.

Zelda let go of everyone and moved to the table where Link stood, finally able to take him in for the first time since they'd returned. Her eyes softened, but she could hear her father's chair scrape on the floor as he moved closer, so she held herself back from jumping into Link's arms. "You look pretty bad today, Link. It looks like an angry Remlit got to you."

He grinned. It wouldn't be Zelda if she didn't call him a Remlit at least three times a week. "Your Goddess blood must protect you from looking quite so tragic," he mused, giving her a quick sweep with his eyes. She crossed her arms, demanding a serious response. He rolled his eyes. "I'm just really feeling it today, that's all. The day after is usually worse anyway. You don't have Goddess healing powers, do you?"

She took her seat and stared at the large bandage on his arm apologetically. "I'm afraid not."

"It was a long shot," he muttered, taking a few steps back so Gaepora could take the seat across from his daughter to catch up briefly before their meeting with the instructors.

Link flipped the rupee in the air and caught it, looking around at everyone. "Need anything from the Bazaar? I'm going to head over there now." They shook their heads. "Okay. We'll be back in a bit." Link grabbed Pipit and dragged him out of the kitchen with him.

"I guess I'm coming?" he scoffed, though not with malice.

"You're going to be my shield from Peatrice while I get a potion."

"Peatrice?" Pipit groaned. Peatrice had been his first real date, and their relationship was short-lived and tumultuous. He'd done everything to avoid her in the years since. "You remember that I'm with Karane, right?"

Link patted Pipit's shoulder. "You can still be a shield. If you're there beside me, she may actually avoid looking at us altogether."

"Sacrificing your best friend. You're a good pal," Pipit laughed.

The plan worked fairly well. When he entered the Bazaar, he felt Peatrice's longing stare boring into his back in a way that made him incredibly uncomfortable, as usual. He tried to keep his attention on the potion shop, but he could hear her moving things- chairs, items, even banging her fingers loudly against the table- to try to get him to turn his head. It wasn't the first time she'd done this, and he lamented the loss of anything he might have in the item check because he wasn't going back to get it.

But when Pipit finally gave in and followed beside Link, she stopped. Link glanced triumphantly at Pipit. "Thank you."

The potion from the Bazaar smelled and tasted at least a thousand times better than the one Horwell had made. He downed it then and there in a single swig, hoping he would feel the effects quickly.

"So, Link," Bertie said. "You brought Zelda back? From… the Surface? And you fought a god to do it? Is that all true? These rumors are so hard to understand!"

Link made a face and dodged the question. "Yeah, Zelda's back."

"A god?" she prodded. "You killed a god?"

Glancing to Pipit for help, Link realized his friend was little use, longing for the answer just as much as she was.

"Maybe. I don't know. He might not be a god, or he might be. He's dead, but his spirit might be reborn one day in the far-off future. Zelda would know more. She was the one who held him back for thousands of years. But she's still recovering. I wouldn't ask her yet. I'm… I just did my job…" he trailed off.

What a poor way to explain everything. His job was to fly around the Sky and explore. His destiny was to protect Zelda, or Hylia, and to stop the demonic form of evil itself from causing an apocalyptic event that would swallow the world and all its inhabitants. But saying it out loud felt like he was taking too much credit. Without Zelda, he wouldn't have succeeded. Without the guardian dragons, he would never have found Zelda. Without the tablet, he wouldn't have found the dragons. And without Fi, he would never have left Skyloft safely.

"I still don't understand how our precious baby Zelda is the Goddess. Gaepora explained it some time ago. He said you were the one who knew more."

Shrugging, Link started to back away. "Last time I came back, I told him everything I knew at the time. And I actually have to go fill him in on everything since. But it's been nice talking to you."

Pipit raised a curious eyebrow at him. "You know, it's conversations like that when I remember that you never used to speak. It stunted your ability to take a compliment."

"I- it wasn't just me," Link tried again.

"You're looking for the words 'thank you' or 'yes, I did kill a god.'"

"Oh, look!" Link breathed. "Time to go. Bye Pip. Go bother Karane."

"Yeah, go bother Zelda," Pipit shot back.

Link cast him a warning look. That was still a secret. Pipit rolled his eyes and held up his hands, "Okay, okay."

Link turned back towards the Academy. The sight of the building without the massive Goddess Statue was still a shock. He imagined it would take some getting used to. But for now, he jogged back inside, feeling a bit of the pain subsiding, and went up the stairs, noticing that Headmaster Gaepora's door was ajar. He poked his head inside and saw Gaepora, Owlan, Horwell, and Zelda gathered around a table. Horwell and Owlan were both readying their ink and quills and looked up when Link entered the room.

"Oh good, Link, sit!" Owlan said hastily.

Link took the seat in front of Zelda and made a face at her.

"You're already looking better," she whispered.

"Is that…" he lowered his voice playfully, a dramatically wide smile on his face "...a compliment? In front of…?" He motioned his head to the side and Zelda chuckled, though she didn't have the opportunity to answer.

"Okay, I'm so eager to hear. Horwell and Owlan will be recording what you say. This is important for Skyloft history. So, tell us, what in the name of the Goddess happened?"

A/N: I have a feeling that these chapters might be varying lengths for a while. This one was surprisingly long! Anyway, I'm loving being back to these characters again! Do I have anything profound to say? No, not really. I'll just respond to reviews instead!

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