Chapter 58) Lost Child
Aiden POV
"Why is it that Eamon never brings Connor up for the Landsmeet?" I heard a guest ask. Normally, I wouldn't be anywhere near a banquet, not high enough on the servant hierarchy, but the guests were drinking a great deal of wine, so I'd been asked to bring up some more. "I don't see how he plans on marrying his son off if he keeps him hidden in Redcliffe all the time."
"It's all Isolde's fault." Another guest sneered the name. "You know how he dotes on her. I guess he's has exotic tastes."
"However can he stand her horrid accent, I shall never know. Grates my ears. And poor Connor, with Orlesian blood in his veins."
"Better not let Bryland hear you on that. Or, worse, Teyrn Cousland. You know how good of friends they are."
"But it is a stain on him. He can make it up in personality and wit, but the boy is just always hidden. Like there's a big secret." The first guest was warming up to the topic. I half-wondered if Arl Eamon kept his son away to avoid this sort of gossip. "Maybe the foreign blood brought something on him. This is why Fereldan should keep to itself."
"How very curious." I glanced at the third voice and noticed it was Teyrn Cousland himself, smiling politely. "I'm greatly curious by your conversation," I heard him say lightly, gently. The two other guests looked terrified. "Connor is simply a shy lad, so I don't know why you wish to add false things to him." The smile grew. "But, truly, I'm interested in your talk about foreign blood. My grandmother was a Pentaghast, after all." Pentaghast? Never heard of them. "Why not discuss things with me instead of maiming a young boy's reputation, yes?"
I finally delivered the bottles and escaped the hall. I felt grimy, hearing those two talk so horribly about a little boy they had never met. What a poor, poor child.
There were so many things wrong with this scene. So many. Suffice to say, things in Redcliffe were far more complicated than expected. Which, of course, we should've expected. Just look at the demons in the Tower and werewolves in the forest. Only Highever wasn't needlessly dramatic.
"So, these are our visitors?" A child's voice echoing inside a voice more ancient than air. That was what Connor sounded like as he sneered at us. He didn't even move from his chair. "The ones you told me about, Mother?" he continued, glancing at Isolde. It was obvious to anyone just who was in charge here. Maker, I hated you. "The ones that defeated my soldiers, the ones I sent to reclaim my village?" Oh, this was so messed up. "What a mess of a group." Okay, I wasn't tolerating insults to them.
"What a mess of a court," I immediately deadpanned. I was the leader. I'd take care of the talking. Still, I glanced at Lord Nuada and Cleon and signed, 'come up with a plan.' They nodded and immediately started signing to each other. I focused my attention back on Connor. "But shall we play?" I bowed, precisely as an elf normally would to a lord. I looked him in the eye, though, something that would've gotten me beaten before. I wasn't afraid. "Greetings, little lord. I am Aiden Tabris."
"Hello." The child's voice was a little louder there. "Mother, what is he?" Now that was a question I didn't hear often. "I can't see him well enough." He couldn't? Why?
"He is just a man, Connor," Isolde whispered. I saw her hands twitch at her side, wanting to hold her son. But this… wasn't her son, was it? "Like your Father."
"Oh, I'm tired of hearing about him!" Connor scoffed, flailing a little like a child throwing a tantrum. "Besides, he's nothing like Father. Strong, breathing, and not dying in the slightest." There were so many replies to that. "I could change that, mind you." All I could think at the moment was that this child wasn't scarier than a werewolf.
"Connor." This time, Isolde rested her hand on Connor's shoulder. "I beg you. Don't hurt anyone." Like that was going to work!
"M-mother?" Wait. Wait, what? I didn't hear an echo. I just heard a child's voice as Connor swayed in his seat. "What's going on?" THAT ACTUALLY WORKED?! SINCE WHEN DOES SHIT LIKE THAT WORK?! "Where am I?"
"Connor!" Isolde wrapped Connor up in a hug, even as he still swayed. Well, I couldn't quite call her delusional about protecting her child if things like this happened! "Oh, Connor, can you hear me?" She sounded ready to cry. "Can you truly?"
"GET AWAY FROM ME, FOOL WOMAN!" And Isolde went flying. Right into the wall. Layla and Wynne immediately ran for her. I glanced back and noticed the strange, mousy mage named Jowan had been thrown to Sten for guarding. Ha… oh, Wynne must be mad at him over something. "Don't move!" That order was addressed to us. None of us listened. Instead, we spread out, mostly to make sure we wouldn't all be taken out in one attack. "You're beginning to bore me." What a tragedy.
"Yeah, you never did like court much." That was Lord Nuada. A glance to me, and I stepped back to let him talk. "Hey, Connor," he greeted with a smile. "It's Nuada. You remember me?" Connor blinked slowly. "So, you saved your father? Is that what happened?"
"Father is alive, just as I wanted," Connor declared. The echo in his voice was louder. "And now it is my time to sit on the throne. Nobody tells me what to do anymore!" Ah, a child's rebellion gone horrifically wrong.
"Nobody tells him what to do!" Oh, dear Maker, I forgot all about Teagan. He was just sitting on the steps. "Nobody!" he repeated, cackling. What happened to him?
"Shut up, Uncle." Connor throw something at Teagan, cracking him on the head. Blood hit the floor as Teagan fell. Welp. "I warned him what would happen if he kept shouting." Connor sighed, leaning back in the chair. "But let's keep things civil." This was civil? "Nuada, why have you come?"
"We came to see you, Connor." It was Lady Elspeth who answered. She smiled softly as she came to stand next to Lord Nuada. Connor blinked slowly again. "It has been a bit," she continued. I glanced back and signed to Cleon, asking what was going on. The only reply I got was 'wait'. It was signed multiple times, to everyone in the group. "We have been worried."
"So, you are a concerned well-wisher?" While the wording was too formal, I swore the child's voice sounded louder this time. "Why didn't you say so in the first place? All this sneaking and killing was unnecessary." That last part definitely had the child's voice louder. "Father is so very ill. I fear what all this will do to him. We really mustn't disturb him."
"Like releasing all the mabari hounds in the castle?" Alistair stepped up then. Connor actually froze. "It's… been a long time, Connor," he murmured, smiling. "I doubt you remember me. But, I used to look after you, when everyone was too busy." Blinking slowly. Swaying. "It's Alistair." I saw him mouth the name. "I chased the nightmare monsters away. Guess I missed one, huh?"
"Shut up!" I tensed, hand going for my weapon. The knights along the wall did the same. I wasn't sure how much I liked the idea of fighting them, but if we had to… "I crave excitement. HELP ME!" I nearly yelped as the echoing voice was nearly swallowed up by the child's. I definitely jumped back. And nearly stepped on Zevran's foot. I signed an apology, and he waved it away. His wide eyes showed his own fear. "Action! I'M SORRY!" Back and forth. Back and forth. The echo and the child, fighting for the same body, right in front of me. "You stole it from me! PLEASE, HELP ME!" The knights along the wall swayed and buckled. "Spoiled my sport! IT'S EATING ME!" Oh, this was so wrong. "You'll repay me for it! I DON'T WANT TO HURT ANYONE!" This was so very, very wrong.
Chills screamed down my spine at the throat-tearing screech Connor loosed. Not human at all, and he was shaking, flailing, twisting. Fighting something I couldn't even see with tears streaming down his face.
"DON'T COME NEAR!" With that shout, in only the child's voice, Connor fled. I automatically tried to follow, but someone snagged my back. When I turned to look, I saw it was Layla.
"If you go near, the demon might resurface," she whispered. I nodded, accepting that, and looked around the area. The knights had all collapsed. Isolde was helping Teagan up. Hadn't they both been... "Both are healed." Ah, of course. That made sense. Now, what in bloody flames just happened with Connor?
"Well, that worked far more creepily than I expected," Lord Nuada noted lightly. He flashed me a grin when I gave him a dirty look. I saw how pale he was. He'd been scared too. "Cleon? That normal?"
'As if I know what is normal about magic,' Cleon instantly signed back, his droll look adding dryness to the signs. 'But I remember Merrill rambling to me about how possessed mages can temporarily regain control if confronted with people they associate with safety.'
"Yeah, I got that." Either Layla or I made a noise of confusion, and Lord Nuada turned to face us. I almost smiled at how he went the long way about in circling, mostly so he could keep his blind side next to a trusted person at all times. "Elspeth and I have often helped him when other nobles bullied him." Ah, yes, I remembered the gossip. "Alistair was his protector as a child, though. I thought it would… well…" A child's memory was powerful. "Alistair, scale of one to ten, how badly did that plan freak you out?"
"You really want me to answer that?" Alistair immediately deadpanned. It got a small ripple of laughter. "Also, when did Jowan escape Sten?" What. "See? He's talking with Lady Isolde and Bann Teagan." That he was. Arguing, more like, really. But still.
"Oh, was I supposed to keep him from moving?" Sten asked lightly when I glanced at him. He looked so done with all of this. I couldn't blame him one bit. "My apologies. Should I have cut off his legs?" I didn't know what was worse. The joke, or that I laughed at it. Leliana certainly gave me a dirty look for it. "Should you not just go and kill the boy?"
"Absolutely not," Leliana snapped. She glared at Morrigan when she tried to say something. "He is a child. A child that can be saved." Hopefully? It sounded nice, but when the three mages and the former templar in the group looked skeptical… well, I had my doubts. After all, they knew a lot more about this than the rest of us.
"Pardon?" Oh, Teagan was addressing us. And he didn't look very happy. Then again, why would he? "Jowan has offered some possibilities that might not involve killing Connor," he explained. I gaped at little, surprised, but Jowan didn't clarify Teagan's statement. He simply snagged Layla by the arm and tugged her off to the wall, leaving Teagan to continue explaining. I saw that they immediately fell into a whispered argument, with sharp gestures and sharper eyes. What were they talking about? "Something about going into the Fade?"
"That would work, in theory," Alistair answered slowly. He still looked hesitant. As did Wynne and Morrigan. "If I'm remembering my lessons right, the demon isn't exactly in Connor, but more has his spirit caught in the Fade. There are instances where the templars would send a mage into the Fade to combat the demon and server the connection there, with no damage to the physical body." I was actually surprised there were instances of this, based on everything I heard. "But that requires massive amounts of lyrium."
"Or massive amounts of blood." Huh? "Jowan is a blood mage. He can, apparently, replicate the power of lyrium and several mages by killing one person and burning their life-energy." …HOW POWERFUL WAS BLOOD MAGIC?! NO WONDER THE IMPERIUM TOOK OVER EVERYTHING! "Isolde has already offered to be the sacrifice." I… actually had some respect for that. Especially since she nodded firmly to confirm Teagan's words. She wasn't afraid at all. "Regardless, it's up to you." Why? "You are the only ones with mages in your group." Oh. That was why. Everything up to us. Again.
"We could go to the Tower and get lyrium." That… was true. Alistair had a point there. "So, we have… what? Three options?" Kill Connor, kill Isolde, or go to the Tower.
It was obvious the most legal option would be to go to the Tower. However, the Tower was still recovering, barely had lyrium because of how much burned with Uldred's 'renovations' that still lingered on the walls or so I had been told, and was filled with the wounded and the dead, far more the latter than the former. Not to mention the Tower was a good three days walk away, and that was with us healthy people. How much havoc would be unleashed in that time? But the other options were to sacrifice Isolde, who was responsible for this chaos but only because she tried to protect her son, or kill Connor for trying to save his father when his mother's trust was betrayed twice over.
"Actually, there is a fourth option and that is what we shall go with." Mistress Layla's words cracked through the air, despite their softness. When I looked over, I saw tearstains on her face. Jowan looked almost content. What in the Void was-? "I will perform the ritual," she declared. I could only stare in shock, my thoughts clunking to a stop. "Jowan will be the sacrifice." Oh. Oh wow. Uh… didn't expect that. The echoing silence hinted no one else.
"Layla, you can't…" Wynne was the first to recover. She stepped towards Layla, raising her hand entreatingly. "That would require you becoming a blood mage," she whispered. "No good can come from blood magic. We can go to the Tower and-"
"There is not any time!" Wynne flinched back from Layla's retort. I noticed Jowan staring at her like he wasn't quite sure who he was looking at. I didn't check anyone else's reactions. "With every passing moment, the chances of saving Connor diminish." It did? "Contact with a demon leaves irrevocable scars. Your lessons taught me that, Wynne." Layla's eyes blazed with certainty. She had decided. She wasn't asking for advice. This was her stating, exactly, what she was going to do. And she was being kind enough to give us an explanation for why. "If we delay much longer, it is possible there will not be a Connor to save." If that was the case, then going to the Tower would be meaningless. The whole point would be to save Connor willingly. "We cannot rely on a miracle. We must make one, as we have ever since Ostagar fell." Saving the Tower. Saving the Dalish. Saving Highever. Saving Redcliffe Village. Yes, those were all miracles. And we did it on our own. "So, I will perform the Ritual. It is as simple as that."
"Layla…" Okay, no. I was going to step in. "Please." Because this made sense. Because I trusted Layla. "Listen to me." And, honestly, even if I had been taught all my life that blood magic was evil, I had also been taught that an elf could never lead. And look where I was.
Besides… No good can come from it? I'd bet anything that if anyone could shatter that belief, it would be Layla.
"This isn't a tyranny." My words were very soft. "Everyone in this group is free to stay or go as they please, regardless of the reasons," I continued, keeping calm, keeping quiet. It made them listen. It made everyone look and listen. "Mistress Layla has determined it is the best course of action." And I would stand by her. "So, if you completely disagree, then you are free to leave." I glared, feeling far more confident than I should. "Question, make us think, but if you cannot think of a better option, then shut up." My voice was still quiet, firm. "We recruited Zevran over protests. We saved Lothering over protests." I hesitated before adding, "And you saved the Circle mages over protests, despite the very real risk of blood mages living among the survivors." She flinched. I kept talking. "We'll use this solution to the conflict over protests. Leave if it bothers you so much, but if you wish to stay and fight by our side, be quiet. The decision has been made."
Even with that, Wynne looked ready to continue arguing with Layla. But Nuada and Cleon blocked her view, silently doing the same thing I was. Standing with Layla. We were the leaders of this group. We had been through far too much chaos to not have complete trust in each other.
"Layla, can you learn the Ritual quickly?" That was Lady Elspeth. While it could be her stoicism, she seemed completely indifferent to the conflict. "The best argument for the Ritual is the time it saves," she continued, definitely ignoring the startled looks thrown her way. "So, can you learn it quickly?"
"Blood magic is the easiest of magic to learn," Mistress Layla replied softly. She smiled bitterly. "I already know what to do."
"Then, I suppose dissenters can step out of the room." Lady Elspeth sounded even calmer than me. "They can decide if it is too amoral for them to stay or not then as well. I consider it the more moral choice here, personally." …Yeah. I thought so too. "The death of one man, by atypical means, will spare an entire village of civilians and what remains of the castle. Assuming we took the longer, more legal, method, we run a high risk of everyone dying, including the person we are trying to save. That would make our group less trustworthy in the eyes of the people, who might begin to believe Loghain's lies with 'proof' in front of them of how we 'callously abandoned Redcliffe to its fate'." She brushed a strand of hair out of her face, looking thoughtful. "Not only would that make it harder to win allies, but it will also shake the morale of those we win. They would wonder if they will be abandoned too, on top of the loss of morale that results from leaders and family being slaughtered. Shaken morale in troops will lead to less effective battles, resulting in more casualties, civilian and soldier alike." Okay. Had to admit. I did not think of all that. But I was proud I had thought some of it. "The loss of soldiers and civilians make it less likely for the nobles to side with us, lengthening the civil war, and making us all far more susceptible to the Blight. In short, the 'legal' way runs a higher risk of Fereldan dying." Which we were desperately fighting against. "But Layla's courage can solve the problem right now." Exactly.
"Besides, she and the mousy mage there are childhood friends, yes?" I was startled that Zevran was weighing in, and he looked far more serious than I had ever seen him. "They're in the middle of some sort of argument or trouble, but that fact remains," he continued, ignoring the baffled looks sent his way. "And there's obviously still great affection between them, even after whatever happened." I saw both Jowan and Mistress Layla flinch. "So, she is consciously choosing to use a magic she has been raised to hate and fear, consciously choosing to sacrifice her friend and likely what peace of mind she might have, to save a young boy who made a mistake. And the castle and villagers who are paying the price for it." He shrugged. "That's rather brave. And sexy." Of course. Of course he threw that in. I was glad. It cracked a smile out of most of us. "But that's just my opinion, as a former assassin."
But it had the effect. Between the two of them, the tension was shattered. Wynne stepped back, drooping. Admitting defeat. But I doubted she'd cooperate. Therefore…
"Morrigan," I called. She glanced at me. "We're counting on you."
"Of course you are," she sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. "Tis a foolish decision all around." But she stepped up anyway. "Tell me what I must do. Let us get it over with."
"First, we should clear the center area." It disturbed me that Jowan gave the instructions. After all, this was going to kill him. But maybe that was why. He was choosing his death. Might as well plan it to the end. "Layla and I will stand there, and you don't want to be near. Layla's always been powerful, and this is… well, it's just going to increase it." Oh. "Morrigan, was it? You'll be behind me. That'll just make it faster for Layla."
We did as he asked, standing far back. All of us were perfectly silent as Layla held her hands out, silvery light appearing to wrap around Jowan. I saw him smile, thought I saw him mouth something. Layla flinched, took a deep breath, and gestured.
I couldn't help but shake as Jowan suddenly lifted into the air, limbs contorting as bones audibly snapped. In the silence, his last gasp of life echoed eerily.
He hit the ground, a broken mess, and crimson light wrapped around Morrigan. She collapsed too, but far more gently. She was breathing, eyes shut. Jowan was still, eyes staring. He was still smiling.
"It is done," Layla whispered, confirming what we saw. She would not look away from the corpse. "Now, it is up to Morrigan."
Then everything would be fine. I… knew it.
"Lady Elspeth?" I hadn't actually been planning on talking with her, but had run into her while patrolling the hallways, checking there were no corpses coming to kill us. "Do you mind if I ask a question?" But since she was here, coming from the opposite direction, I might as well take advantage of it.
"I only hope I have the answer to it," she replied easily. She stepped to the side, so that we weren't blocking the way for anyone else trying to come down the hallway. "Connor seems quiet still, by the way. I just got back from checking." Good.
"I'm glad to hear that." Morrigan had been in the Fade for a long while. I could only hope she could handle herself. "Ah, but my question. I wondered how you came up with that scenario?"
"Do you mean when I was arguing morals?" I nodded and she hummed a little in thought. "It is knowing people. I studied how to govern, and that requires being able to accurately predict reactions." Leading sounded like it needed that as well. "The skill was… sharpened in Orlais." Her voice faltered a bit, even though her expression didn't waver. "I just focused on what I thought would be the likeliest scenario if we did not, and then focused on what I thought would be the worst-case-scenario, and combined the two for my analysis." That didn't sound simple. It did sound like what Lord Nuada and Cleon did for tactics. "Besides, in this way, there is only one death, not two." Two? "Jowan is a blood mage who attempted to assassinate Arl Eamon. He'd be put to death." Oh. Jowan was dead either way. He just picked the way he went, fixing his last mistake as best as anyone could. "I can explain in more detail later, but it will be extensive." Yeah, not up for that now. I was tired enough.
Still… "Yeah, something tells me I need to get some skill in this." The joys of leadership. "Might I ask another question?"
"Aiden, truly, you do not need to be so formal."
"In that case, Lady Elspeth, I have another question." She laughed a little. "What do you think about the use of blood magic?" I had a feeling this would be an issue that rankled our group for a while. I needed to know where people stood.
"Mmm…" She became thoughtful. "I am uncertain. Living abroad in so many countries has taught both Nuada and I that what we consider amoral and strange is simply a part of a culture. At the same time, though, you must remember the Imperium and all that they wrought with blood magic." I nodded and she sighed a little. "So, I do not know about blood magic. However, I know and trust Layla."
"So, if Jowan had been the one…"
"I might not have been nearly as supportive." She smiled wryly, admitting it easily. "In fact, I know I would not. What of you?"
"I stay out of magic debates," I immediately deadpanned. It got me a little laugh. "I don't know anything about it except all the rumors 'everyone' knows. Most of which seem stupid."
"That is quite true. It would also be good to remember that the Chantry, essentially, was founded by a people who lived in terror of magic, thanks to the Imperium." And what did you do with enemies? You made them and everything associated with them monsters. Monsters were easier to kill than people. "Would you like me to smooth things over with anyone? You will be very busy soon."
"If you could handle Alistair and Sten?" Alistair had not said a word, but he was raised by the Chantry. I couldn't imagine him liking this. And Sten… well, he hated magic at the best of times.
"I certainly do not mind." She gave me a kind smile. "I shall see you later, Aiden." She waved as she walked past, going to her original destination. Waving back, I continued down my own original path. When I found a balcony, I stepped out to enjoy the fresh air.
I immediately noticed I wasn't the only one with the idea. Cleon was also here. I jumped up, landing hard. The vibration caught his attention, and he turned, smiling and waving me up by the railing.
'Wynne is a bit calmer now,' he signed to me. I breathed a sigh of relief, resting my arms on the railing, making sure my hands were out to sign. 'I think she still has a lot of distrust, but she isn't at least arguing needlessly like before.' That was one less worry then. 'Basically, being an overprotective mom.'
"Yeah, I can see that," I murmured, making sure my signs were crisp enough for him to read. A thought occurred to me as I signed. "What is the Dalish belief for blood magic?"
'Ultimately, it varies by the Clan.' Ah, of course, that made sense. 'But typically, we view it as wrong and evil.' Cleon smiled wryly. 'We were hurt by the Imperium too.' Ah. Yeah. 'But if you are worried about me, don't be. At this point, though, I have seen so much shit that I just can't care anymore.' He sighed, shaking his head. 'Blood magic is literally the least of our problems, especially when Layla is the one wielding it.'
"Very true." My signs were slow. Resting like this just reminded me of how tired I actually was. But I didn't want to rest until we knew what was going to happen with Connor. "So, no risks of Wynne leaving?"
'No, but it might be good to keep her away from Layla.' Cleon's signs sharpened. 'It can't be good for Layla that someone she has known essentially all her life showed so much distrust in her.'
"Yeah…" I stretched my arms above my head, wincing as I brought them back down. "Why do I feel like half an age has passed in just a few days?"
'Because Fen'harel is playing a grand prank on everyone.' I laughed bitterly and he smiled wryly before nodding to something below. I pushed myself up to see it was Lord Nuada and Mistress Layla in some gardens. 'What do you think?'
"Well, Layla's in love." I probably shouldn't have told him, but I was tired. And being teased would probably cheer her up. "Not sure of Lord Nuada. I don't think he's sure." But he was definitely putting effort into making her smile, laugh, and glare. I could see it easily. "How are things with Morrigan?"
'It is just a physical relationship.' Yeah, I doubted that so much. But I wouldn't say anything right now. 'So we're fine.' Uh-huh. 'What of you?' Mmm? 'Has anyone caught your eye?'
"Let me get back to you on that one." I felt like I was about to fall asleep. Not a good time to be analyzing what I might be feeling. "While we're on the subject of gossiping like old people over ale…"
'Elspeth and Alistair dance around each other too much!' Cleon's frown made his signs appear sharper. I almost laughed that he knew what I was going to ask. 'What are they afraid of?'
"Being wrong." That was my best guess. For now, at least. "Ugh, I'm tired. We didn't sleep at all yesterday, did we?"
'Nope.' Cleon smiled wryly, before it suddenly turned into a warm and bright smile. I turned to see Morrigan watching us, leaning against the wall.
"Connor is free," she informed us. I breathed a sigh of relief. "We shall have to see how damaged he is." Yes, but it was over for now. Which meant…
"You two have fun doing whatever," I told them, making myself straighten and walk back inside the castle. "I intend on passing out for a while. Don't wake me unless there's an emergency."
Redcliffe was saved. Connor was saved. That was another one. We could save Fereldan. Over protests, if we had to. I didn't think we were walking a wrong path. No, I knew we weren't. I trusted everyone here, after all. We might make mistakes, but our path wasn't wrong. And damn anyone who tried to make us feel guilty over our choices.
Author's note: And this concludes Redcliffe's arc. Well, basically. Layla also starts us off on our third specializations for the Warden chars. For reminders: Aiden is Berserker/Templar, Nuada is Champion/Templar, and Cleon is Ranger/Assassin. Layla is now Spirit Healer/Arcane Warrior/Blood Mage. I went with this solution because… well… I thought it would've been an interesting one to have in game.
Bryce's grandmother is just something I'm putting in for fun. And for something in Saga of the Inquisitors. But mostly for fun. We know the family is absolutely huge anyway. Inquisition's codex entry mentions 14-18 branches to the family, and that the family is connected to almost every major house across Thedas.
(Yes, I know, there is different dialogue for an elf. I wanted Aiden talking, and I wanted Connor's reply, so I ignored that.)
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