Fair warning that this chapter does get fairly brutal, probably more so than usual. Not enough that I think I need a formal warning, but enough that I think people should know what to expect going in.

The rattling of his chains rang hollowly in Jack's ears. A faint dripping noise from the corner steadily fed a bed of mold, and the only light that shined upon him was from the glassless window at the very top of his cell, and that only served to remind him of his uncomfortable position.

Not only had his captors chained him and stripped him of much of his clothing, save his tunic, the remnants of his pants, and his undergarments, but they had also clasped irons around his wrists that never warmed, as if they were enchanted with frost magic. The chains from those irons led to two holes in the walls, high up near where the sole window in his cell was, and at any moment he expected to see a rat scurry either into or out of those holes.

Jack sat in the middle of the cell, letting the light of either the moon or sun - whichever was out, he couldn't tell - wash over him as if he was taking a shower. A shower sounded really good at that moment.

It had to have been a few days. A few days had passed since he had been discovered by Griss, fought his damnedest to avoid capture, only to be struck down, Lucina's Ring stolen from him, clapped in irons, and sent off the Elusia Castle. And there he remained. He had to wonder what the others were doing, or if there was anyone else from Alear's army that had remained in the rubble, or been captured alongside him.

The first bit of sound he heard that wasn't a dour guard bringing him gruel or the skittering of something against the sun came from his chains. Jack looked around wildly to see them moving fast, straight into the holes in which they had been anchored, and he grunted as he was raised into the air by his arms. His legs kicked uselessly beneath him.

"Fucking- really? Elusia has things like this?" Jack hissed, feeling the strain in his arms already. There was no amount of fidgeting that would get him comfortable in such a position. "How- how nice."

"Only the best for our guest from another world."

Jack looked up to see Griss' familiar face, outlined by shadow as the rusty grated door behind him slammed shut.

"Only the best, alright," Jack said. "Nothing but gruel for the past few days and a couple of guards who wouldn't say a word. Were they Corrupted?"

"Not all of them. Some of these Elusians still have their lives. Won't last much longer, though. Sombron's a very hungry man," Griss replied. The minute he got close, Jack attempted to kick him in the groin, only for the sadistic sage to take a step back and bark a laugh. "What, resisting my hospitality when we first met wasn't enough for you? Now you gotta try and kick me? I'm hurt. So very hurt. It's glorious."

"Sadistic fuck," Jack spat.

"Well now, that just hurts my feelings. And believe me, I am the last person whose feelings you wanna hurt," Griss said, his voice lowering to a raspy whisper toward the end. "Now then, let's just get this over with, yeah? It's going to be a very long while for you if you decide to be as defiant as this. I'll let that little kick slide, but don't expect me to be so merciful next time."

Griss placed a tome on the ground, and flipped to a page that Jack couldn't see. Yellow lightning danced between Griss' fingers as a deranged grin crossed his face. "Now, let's begin. How does Lord Sombron die in the world you saw?"

Jack could already feel a cold sweat trailing down his back. He knew what was to come, and he prepared himself for it.

"His heart grows three sizes and he finds the meaning of friendship, and brings all the dead people back to life - but for real this time," Jack spat out.

Griss looked at Jack for what felt like a solid minute before chuckle escaped the sadomasochist's lips. "You know, that was actually pretty funny! However-"

Jack couldn't tell if Griss had said anything after that. All he could feel was agony as electricity coursed through his body, pulsing along with his heart. He could see the yellow lightning dance across his sweaty skin, and how his muscles rippled and jerked around without his permission. He was aware that he was screaming - but it was such a distant sound, as if it was happening to someone else.

A few moments later, and it stopped, and Jack was left panting and sniffling as he looked up.

"Not the answer I was looking for, unfortunately," Griss said, clicking his tongue. "I told you that you wanna be truthful with me. You think this is bad?"

"I-it is!" Jack protested.

"That so? Actually, lemme ask you another question: where is Lady Veyle?"

"Up your ass-"

Another pulse through his body, and Jack was aware that his chains were rattling with such force that he was surprised whatever mechanism that kept them in place didn't break. Even though his head jerked back, he could still see out of the corner of his eyes - Griss smiling, and irises wide and black. He looked like a demon.

"I would have found her if she was, friend," Griss said, "So, as I was saying - you really don't want what comes after this if you don't cooperate. Do you have any idea what Lord Sombron and Zephia can do to you?"

"W-what, mind control?" Jack stammered out. "F-fuckin' course it's m-mind control. What, y-you'll send me against my friends, is t-that it? M-make me fight them? M-might as well skip to that 'cause I'm not saying a g-goddamn thing."

"Mind control? Ha, you wish it was mind control, friend," Griss said, turning to another page. "Let's try something else, now. Who is that kid with the red and blue hair?"

"He's your father, of course-"

When Jack saw the purple magic that flowed from Griss' fingers, he was instantly reminded of his first night in Elyos, and how Veyle nearly killed him with dark magic. The dark cloud moved forward with such speed that Jack barely saw it envelop his leg-

Jack screamed as he heard bones snapping. It was like some sadistic god had placed his femur between its fingers and squeezed. A moment later, and another 'crunch' rang out, and his leg popped back into place, as if nothing had ever happened at all. The pain remained, but it ebbed away until Jack was left panting and sweating.

"These spells aren't very good for combat, but they make for decent torture tools. But, you know," Griss said, placing a hand on Jack's shoulder. "This is the least magic can do, believe me. Zephia? She has mastered manipulating a person's mind. Of, sure, she can make friends fight friends if she puts enough of her power into it, but that's not nearly as damaging as what she can do if she gets mad."

"What the hell… are you t-talking about!?" Jack said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Not gonna lie, friend," Griss continued, his grin steadily falling away into a hard stare. "Some of the things she can do frightens even me. If she's got ya, she can mess with your head, make you believe in things you actually don't, rip your demons kicking and screaming outta ya and then force you to fight 'em - that kinda thing."

"I…" Jack coughed out.

"You see now why you'd rather have me than her?" Griss asked. "Sure, this hurts, but it's gotta be better than turning into someone you're not against your will, huh?"

"W-why are you even here?" Jack asked. "Why do all this? You already have my sister, you already have the Emblem Bracelets - why am I still here? The timeline's all gone to shit anyway; I'm practically useless for info now."

"Now, see, that's where you're wrong," Griss said, taking a step back. "Sure, you don't know the way we're going, but you still know a lotta secrets. And you've been talking to the Divine Dragon, so they know about some of it. You're still useful until Lord Sombron wins, so be a good bird and just answer my questions now. Lemme go back to my first question: how does Lord Sombron die?"

Jack's lips curled back in a rage-filled sneer. His next words came from deep inside him, as if it was his very soul speaking.

"He dies because he has nobody and no one," Jack snarled, "he dies because you and Zephia, in your final moments, realize that he never cared for you. That he would cast you aside as easily as his own children, no matter how useful you were for his ascendence. He dies because he's a self-obsessed fool. But you know what Griss?"

Griss' smile had slowly returned as Jack spoke, until it was near-manic at the end. "Yeah? What do I know?"

"You'll die too. You, Zephia, maybe even Marni and Mauvier - all of you die," Jack said. "And you better make damn sure that you kill me first, because if you don't, I'll get out of here, and I will crush your head between my hands so quickly, you won't be able to feel it. I'll cut Zephia in half with the biggest dragon-slaying weapon I can find. I'll kill you - all of you! - for what you did to my sister."

"And there it is! Connected those dots, huh?" Griss laughed. "There aren't any dots to connect, unfortunately. Still, that's probably the best I'll be getting out of you, I take it? But you know what, I've not had my fill yet. Let's just stay here a lil' longer…"

Jack screamed until his throat was raw and he could taste blood. Every part of him felt like it had been destroyed and repaired over and over again. All the fight had been kicked out of him, and he hung limply from the chains like a piece of meat. He could no longer feel the cold or the clamminess, which was a good thing. As Griss closed the torture book and let out a small chuckle, Jack didn't want to feel anything ever again.

Unfortunately, Griss stopped at the threshold of the cell, and turned back around, with something glinting in his free hand.

"You know…" Griss began, his voice deep and rumbly. "They said I couldn't do any permanent damage. But it'd break my heart if I didn't leave a little memento. Besides, all it'd take is a few hours alone and a healing staff and you'd always have something to remember me by - and maybe you'd even forget it was there. But, no, I can't have you forget. I need you to do something for me, Jack."

Jack looked up, his brows pressed together in a glare until Griss' elbow was below his chin. All Jack could see was Griss' face, filled with so much bliss it was as if they were about to kiss. The other thing Jack could see, of course, was the knife.

"Open wide."

Jack awoke from his nap, feeling as if his jaw had been caught in a vice grip. He looked to his right to see Brianna, her head tilted as if she was wondering just what the hell he was doing.

"Feeling alright? Looked like you've just seen a ghost," she asked.

Jack blinked, turning to his left to see Lionel - Natalie must have gone ahead. Lionel had one leg propped on top of the other, and he gave them both the side eye.

"Idiot studied all night again," Lionel said, "college is brutal, huh?"

Jack rubbed his scalp, feeling as if he was forgetting something. "Uh, yeah. I'm sorry, but did something happen just now? Coulda sworn I was doing something."

"If you forgot, then it wasn't important," Brianna said, "at least, that's what dad used to say."

"Your dad is a jackass," Lionel replied.

"I mean- okay, you have a point," Brianna chuckled. "But he may've been right. Actually, nevermind, he definitely wasn't."

"I was about to say…" Jack mumbled. "I dunno. It just felt really important, like I'd die if I don't remember it."

"Well, you are dead," Lionel said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Jack turned to his friend. "Huh- what!?"

Lionel's face sloughed off, as if all of his flesh was just dead skin, revealing a bare skull that turned to look at him with empty eye sockets.

"You're dead," the skull-thing repeated. "Don't worry, Jacky - it'll catch up to you eventually."

The skull turned to dust before him, and Jack turned and screamed as Brianna's mouth stretched and contorted - her left cheek ripping apart to reveal rows of sharp teeth beneath. Insect-like legs began crawling out of her mouth. One, two, three - eight in total as she gurgled.

"See you soon, Jack."

When Jack awoke, his entire world was aching pain. Beyond that, however, he could hear voices. Vaguely familiar, and just beyond the cusp of actually being understood. He was slumped on the ground, his limbs going every which way and the bad side of his face against the moonlight. He could still taste the iron upon his tongue, his own blood. His eyes focused on the door to his cell, wondering who was coming in to torment him. Had Griss finally given up and decided to let Zephia have a turn? Was it someone entirely new?

Jack certainly couldn't tell. He could barely understand what was going on.

After what felt like another eternity, the blue glow of an Emblem reached his eyes, and he perked up, trying desperately to get up, but his body was too weak; the only thing he could manage was a brief jingling of his chains.

"And this is the one?" One of the voices asked.

"Yes. Ah… I would avert your eyes, Princess Ivy. I can see the methods they used on him, and they are exceedingly crude."

…Princess Ivy?

A brief flash of light, and Jack could see her and her protege. Jack wouldn't be able to mistake Zelkov for anyone else; dark skin, dark hair, dark clothing - and the accent, with an emphasis on words that made no sense and implied a hidden meaning. The Emblem behind them had white hair and red clothes.

Micaiah…

"By the…" Ivy whispered. "What did they do to his face?"

Jack looked up, trying to speak only to feel the left side of his face explode in pain, and nothing more than a distressed gurgle left him. Ivy looked away.

"You were right, Zelkov. I… to think anyone in Elusia would do such a thing…"

"As harsh as this sounds," Micaiah said, "his wounds are superficial - even still, though, we must heal him immediately. Do you have the Mend staff with you, Princess Ivy?"

"I do. Give me a moment…" Ivy said, moving forward until she knelt by Jack. "If you can hear me, Augu- Jack, then be still. It will stop hurting in a moment."

Jack let out an affirmative grunt as he felt the warm green light of the Mend staff wash over him. It took a few moments before he felt his flesh mending - the split sides of his cheeks came back together, but the blood in his mouth felt as if it stained his very taste buds. A few moments later, and Jack could speak again.

"You…" Jack began, his mouth still feeling wrong. "You came for me. D-did Alear send you? Did-?"

"Yes," Ivy said, "we have a plan to break you out of this… by the Divine One, I will have this entire building destroyed once I am queen. Zelkov, how many of the Emblems were you able to recover?"

"Only two, Princess Ivy," Zelkov replied. "This one, I believe, is the Ring of the Lady of the Plains. I am unsure what this other one is."

Zelkov held up an Emblem Bracelet. One that, even in his stupor, Jack could recognize immediately. "That is t-the Bracelet of the Shepherd Exalt. C-Chrom. And Robin."

"That is all we will be able to take with us. We were incredibly fortunate to find even these two," Ivy said, helping Jack to his feet. "We have an Elixir for you, to restore your strength. Zelkov?"

Zelkov handed Ivy a blue bottle, and Jack greedily took it from her when offered. Taking in anything through his mouth nearly made him vomit - or he would have, if his stomach had been full of anything. He downed the Elixir, feeling the sickeningly sweet liquid burn down his throat. It was like he was drinking wine that had been left out in nature. Once he was done, it took only a few moments for Jack to get his footing. He turned to Ivy.

"H-how… how bad is it?" Jack said, reaching up to his cheek. "I don't- g-guess I'm not so handsome anymore, huh?"

"I… am afraid it would be inappropriate for me to comment," Ivy said. "Micaiah, I realize this is an awkward time to ask this, but can anything be done for his face? That scar is rather-"

"I am afraid not," Micaiah replied. "Had we gotten here just a few hours before it happened, we might have been able to mitigate how it looks. But now… only time can dull that one."

"I see," Ivy nodded, her eyes closed. "Then I am sorry, Jack, but for the time being, I shall not hand you a mirror. We must leave this place at once, before the Hounds or Sombron himself find out what we are doing."

"No sense sticking around here," Jack mumbled. "But… do you have anything I can use to cover up? A hood, maybe? Something, anything, just so- just so you don't wince when you look at me."

"Perhaps something can be salvaged from my old room," Zelkov suggested.

"I did not realize you had a room in the castle, Zelkov. I thought you lived elsewhere," Ivy said, a furrowed brow even Jack could see beneath her fascinator.

"There are many things you may not know about me, Princess Ivy. To call it a room would be strange indeed," Zelkov replied cryptically. "I will find it and meet you where we landed. Follow Princess Ivy."

"Don't need to tell me twice," Jack grumbled.

Even though Jack had been revitalized by the Elixir and the Mend staff, he still felt an exhaustion that ran deep into his bones. As he followed Ivy out of Elusia Castle's dungeons and through its dark halls, he swore he could see things moving in the shadows. Whether they were his imagination or another minion of Zephia or Sombron, Jack couldn't tell.

Jack and Ivy were both silent until the chill air of Elusia reached them, through a small crevice that led to a hidden passage. A bright, full moon shone down upon them, like a spotlight in the night. Two wyverns paced around nearby, one with a rider. Jack assumed it was Rosado.

"That was… smooth," Jack whispered. "Too smooth. How did you get in?"

"I was born and raised in this castle. If I did not know the secret escape tunnel, I would be a poor princess indeed," Ivy replied. "We shall wait for Zelkov to come with something to cover you with. I am- I implore you to not take this the wrong way, but I worry about Rosado's reaction should he see you like this."

Jack frowned. "I must look really grisly if you're worried about his reaction. I hope Zelkov gets here soon- what're you doing?"

Ivy held up Lyn's Ring, looking at it with thin lips before sliding it upon her middle finger. "They may be Dark Emblems still, but it is better than nothing. Especially if we are discovered. Take this."

Ivy held out the Bracelet of the Shepherd Exalt, and Jack felt a lump in his throat upon seeing it.

"You really think giving me an Emblem is a good idea? I lost Lucina," Jack said, his tone soft and quiet.

"And I lost mine, as well," Ivy stated, her expression unchanging. "This mission is about getting you out of here, and thus you should be able to defend yourself. With a Dark Emblem, you will not need to heft around a physical weapon."

Jack reached his hand up to his left cheek, feeling the rough scar that marred it as he turned to his side. "Are you sure?"

"The Divine Dragon can decide if you are worthy of it when we reunite with him," Ivy said, "Until then, it is not a question of worthiness, but of necessity. And you need this."

Jack was silent for a moment before he nodded. "You're right. Fine, I'll take it."

Taking the Emblem Bracelet from Ivy's gloved hands, Jack took a deep breath before putting it around his wrist. A moment later, and he felt it - it was different but it was definitely there. The power that an Emblem granted, however faint, was not something he would ever forget. He turned to his right to see the red specter of Chrom, floating and staring straight ahead without an expression. Jack looked back to see Lyn in the same situation, hovering just behind Ivy's shoulder.

"I hate seeing them like this," Jack murmured.

"I find them to be disturbing as well. They remind me of-"

"Ghosts?" Jack finished.

"I- yes, I suppose I do," Ivy said, her pale skin turning whiter still, as a deep, unhappy frown settled on her face. "Yes, now that you mention it, I am very much not happy with how they look. I would prefer it if they were as the Divine Dragon makes them."

Jack nodded. "They aren't very good for conversation like this, that's for sure."

Ivy looked as if she was about to say something else before her gaze fell upon someone falling off the wall of the castle. "It seems Zelkov has come through."

Jack turned to see the man walking toward him, a cloak in hand. "Apologies, but I was waylaid. We should leave immediately."

Ivy's gaze hardened. "Did you alert the guards?"

"No," Zelkov denied, "I did not. They are alerted nonetheless. I believe they have surmised that something is not right. As I said, we should not dawdle here any longer."

"Very well. Follow me," Ivy said.

Jack quickly put the cloak Zelkov gave him on, following the two closely as he hugged it close to him. Thankfully, it was far warmer than it looked, which meant the cold didn't bother him as much as it did before then. Before long, they were before the two wyverns, and Jack watched as Rosado, in all of his glory, hopped off and speed-ran over to them.

"Princess Ivy! Zelkov! Everything went alright, right?" he asked, looking between them to see Jack. "Ah, and you're Jack! I'm not sure if that cloak fits you or not. Are you trying to be mysterious?"

"I'm trying to keep warm," Jack replied.

"Oh, in that case, why not try what I've got? It's definitely cuter, I can tell you that much," Rosado said, before hearing a horn coming from the castle. "On second thought, that cloak will do just fine. Let's get out of here."

Feeling the chill Elusian air even through his cloak was welcome, and looking at the sky, with its innumerable stars and bright moon was comforting. It had been so long since Jack had seen them that he scarcely believed they existed at all. The moon may not have been the one he was used to, but it had a similar light, and that was good enough for him.

Jack was behind Ivy as they flew through the sky on her wyvern, the snowy forests below them fading away to something that resembled a place he had visited when his family lived in Germany: the Black Forest. Of course, he hated the food there, but in that moment he would've killed for whatever they gave him.

"Thank you…" Jack whispered, though the roar of the wind going past them made it difficult for even himself to hear. "I'm glad that I was right…"

"It would be prudent of you to stop talking," Ivy said. Jack couldn't see her face, but for a moment he could've sworn he'd seen red. "The wound on your face is healed, but it would be better if you let it settle."

Jack let out a chuckle. "Does it really work that way?"

"Yes. I am well-versed in healing magic, so you should absolutely listen to me and stop speaking," Ivy replied, a bit more forcefully.

Jack grunted, and was silent once again.

They flew until the sun began to rise over the horizon, and the tree cover gave way to a dawn-colored plain, and Ivy steadily let her wyvern descend. Jack could see nearby what looked like a camp; small columns of smoke rose into the air, and tents were arranged near it. He could also see what looked to be two pegasi, milling about and munching on the grass.

"There're others?" Jack asked.

"A rescue like this needs more than three people, yes," Ivy said, "we will regroup here, help you regain your strength, and then head south into Solm and reunite with the Divine One. Does this sound agreeable?"

"I don't have much room to argue," Jack admitted. "And I am starving."

"Good. Not the 'starving' part, I should clarify," Ivy added hastily. "Nevermind. Come."

When Ivy landed, Rosado alongside her, a certain someone came barreling out of one of the tents. The pink hair made it obvious who it was - and for a brief moment, Jack was worried she would shoot first and ask questions later; there was a tome in her hand, and Jack didn't miss how a greenish wind began to move around her. After a moment, thankfully, she dropped the tome and rushed forward, catching Ivy in a brief hug.

"I was so, so, so worried!" Hortensia said. "Is Rosado okay!? He didn't get caught, did he?"

"Usually I'd be insulted if no one turned my way, but I guess it worked out in the end, huh?" Rosado said, disembarking. "So, yeah, I guess I'm fine. Think I did a pretty good job sketching the castle while I was waiting."

"And did you- Oh, you did," Hortensia said, her gaze falling upon Jack.

"Yeah, they did," Jack said, keeping his hood over his head. Which, in the end, only made Hortensia draw closer as she tried to get a good look at his face. "Please don't get too close."

"Why not? You're not gonna push me away, are ya? Why're you wearing a hood?" Hortensia asked pointedly.

"Because it's cold out here," Jack replied.

"We're in southern Elusia, Jack! This is about as cold as northern Firene. I should know, I've been there!" Hortensia replied, crossing her arms. "Are you trying to act cool? I don't think Rosado would appreciate that."

"Perhaps now would be a good time to let go of your grudge, Hortensia," Ivy said, "We are on the same side now, and if Jack does not wish to explain himself, he has that right."

"...Hmph. Fine, I was just curious. You look a lil' different," Hortensia said. "Oh, but do stay away from Goldmary. She's not as forgiving as I am."

"She's the one who rushed ahead and tried to kill me," Jack replied. "Not my fault she got caught out. The… the Ring of the Princess Exalt is already back in Sombron's hands anyway."

"Yeah. Figures," Hortensia said. "Still, you think I'm holding a grudge? Well, just you wait, buster, she-!"

"Ah, there is the augur!"

Jack recognized that voice, and he looked behind Hortensia to see a man with a pretty face approach him, complete with very dark blue hair tied behind his head in what appeared to be a bun. Jack tilted his head.

"Oh, it's- oh, Kagetsu. Look, if this is about when I punched you out-"

"Oh, yes, this is very much about that!" Kagetsu replied, standing in front of Jack, with a smile on his face. Oddly enough, Jack couldn't feel any malice from the man. "It was a good punch. Loosened one of my teeth - that has never happened before! I was wondering, when you have the time and are recovered, if you would like to go on a date with me."

Jack blinked. "...I'm deeply flattered, but we've only just met."

Hortensia grumbled. "He means spar. He wants to spar with you."

"A-ah, yes! That is exactly what I meant. Thank you, Princess Hortensia," Kagetsu said, bowing.

Hortensia looked at the man up and down, with a bemused expression on her face. "Sure. No problem."

Jack pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at Ivy. "How many others are there, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Besides Kagetsu and Hortensia? I believe Goldmary and that Firenese knight should be around. What was her name again? I barely know her," Ivy said.

"Chloé, then," Jack said. "Alright, well, should we-"

A blast of lightning - Thoron, Jack theorized - blew past them and straight into the tent Hortensia had run out of a few moments prior. Jack turned along with the others to see-

"How awful - you left us so soon?" Zephia said, flying high above on her wyvern, tome in hand. "I should have known you would have found a way to escape. Gross described your colorful language in detail!"

As Zephia flew overhead, Jack looked down to see horses - horses with red eyes and dark riders, and at the head of them none other than Mauvier himself, wielding a Flame Lance.

"It was no easy feat to track you, but the crown princess of Elusia must not have known she is not nearly as stealthy as she thinks," Zephia said. "Of course, we cannot have this breach of hospitality go unpunished. I'll be taking their lives, their rings, and I'll be taking you back, Jack. And I will not be as merciful as I was last time."

Jack heard Ivy hiss and curse beside him.

An Emblem formed right beside Zephia as she flew above Mauvier, and Jack would recognize Lucina anywhere, even as a Dark Emblem. Jack gritted his teeth and turned to the others.

"No time to run, huh?" Jack asked.

"It would appear not," Ivy said, and Jack could see the rage etched into her face. "Nor would I, if the situation allowed it. We may not be able to kill her here, but we can drive them back."

Jack took in a deep breath, and felt Chrom's presence by his side. The Emblem Bracelet on his wrist felt off, wrong, but even then, it was necessary. A sword appeared in Jack's right hand, a sword he had first seen years ago, but never up close.

Falchion.

That was the one thing Dark Emblems had over others - the ability to directly summon an Emblem's weapon.

Zelkov still had Micaiah, who appeared right beside him, and Lyn did the same for Ivy - though red, just like Chrom. The Corrupted riders screamed into the dawn. Jack held Falchion in both hands.

"Fine," he growled out. "Let's dance."

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