Attack of the Toxin

Author's Note: Enjoy this fluffy one-shot! I'm sure it'll hurt if you're reading Rising From Ashes. Lol.

Also, this is for the Obikin 2023 bingo. :)

~ Amina Gila

Anakin Skywalker

Blaster shots ring out all around. I spin my lightsaber in a blur next to Obi-Wan, deflecting away the bolts. It's just another typical mission, like the hundreds I've gone on in the past six years since I became a padawan. I'm fifteen now, and sometimes, it's hard to believe how far things have come from the dark path that led my twin sister and I to becoming Jedi in the first place.

The criminal gang members we're chasing steadily retreat further into the cave tunnels. They were attacking Republic transports in the region, so we, Qui-Gon, and Aniya were all sent in to deal with it.

The Force suddenly flares in warning, and I'm about to shield myself, but Obi-Wan abruptly throws me aside with the Force as an explosive hits the ground in between us. The explosion is blinding, and it violently shakes the ground, smoke clouding the air around us.

I land on my back right near the vine-like plants snaking up the sides of the cave. Which... according to my research were poisonous to people. That's... not good.

When we were reading up on the reports for this mission, there was plenty of information on the dangers. So many that it was beginning to sound like an exaggeration.

I hastily pull myself to my feet again, ducking as a blaster bolt nearly takes off my head. But instead, it flies past, hitting some of the plants growing up the walls of the cave behind me instead.

Which wouldn't have been a concern at all, if not for the fact that they're covered in spores that are technically even more toxic to humans than touching the plants, according to what I saw on the holonet.

Great.

We really, really should have been more careful.

"Master!" I call in warning, as a barely visible cloud of... something starts to fill the cave around us.

"Come on," Obi-Wan urges, paying no attention to the warning whatsoever as he goes in chase of the gangsters.

Except, they've already disappeared from sight into the tunnels, though, and I have no idea which direction they went. Probably, that's the lesser of our concerns right now. "We need to get out of here," I warn.

"There's no time," Obi-Wan retorts, heading deeper into the cave. It winds down far deeper and practically endlessly in front of us. I don't think there's even an end in sight that way, and if we go back, we'll be going right through where those spores are the strongest. So... I really don't know what to do now but staying here without taking any precautions – it's not like we have masks – is only going to make this worse.

"Those plants are poisonous," I interject. If the toxin kills us, we won't be going anywhere. I don't think it could go that far or anything, but still.

Obi-Wan pauses for a moment, looking none too happy. But we don't have any longer to debate it.

Blue and green lightsabers abruptly plunge through the top of the cave, cutting in a circle.

Obi-Wan and I quickly step back out of the way to avoid getting hit as the piece of rock crashes to the ground. Aniya pokes her head down the hole, seconds later. "Time for you boys to get out of there!" she calls cheerfully.

"You might want to keep back!" I yell back in warning.

Qui-Gon's head appears over the opening next. "What's happening?" he asks.

"We're dealing with toxic spores down here," Obi-Wan calls back, irritably, "If you would cease blocking the opening, we could leave."

They back off, and I jump out, immediately followed by Obi-Wan. The moment a breath of fresh air hits me, I suddenly notice how... wrong the air felt in there. And for whatever reason, I'm abruptly feeling sick to my stomach.

Great. I don't need to worry about that right now.

"We lost the trail," Obi-Wan grumbles, scanning our surroundings to see nothing.

"Not to worry," Aniya chirps, "They also blew up our ship and took off out some back exit to the cave. So, we came looking for you."

Obi-Wan coughs.

That... doesn't sound good.

"Are you two okay?" Qui-Gon queries, frowning.

"Yes," I insist automatically, "So what's the situation?"

"We better check on the condition of the speeder and try to go after them," Obi-Wan replies, punctuating the end of his sentence with a sneeze.

"I don't think that's going to happen," Aniya replies, none too cynically. "I think it's been destroyed beyond repair."

"Let's check it out," I advise, jumping down from the top of the cave. My head spins violently at the sudden move and my stomach suddenly flips. Maybe I'm not quite so okay after all, because I really feel like throwing up right now.

Trying to ignore it, I make my way over to the damaged speeder we were using to chase the gangsters all the way out here.

Obi-Wan coughs again behind us.

"Are you sure you're alright?" asks Qui-Gon, an obvious hint of concern in his voice now.

"I'm fine, Master," Obi-Wan retorts. "We weren't even in the cave that long."

I crouch next to the speeder, joining Aniya as we check over the situation. Except that I'm steadily feeling sicker and sicker by the moment.

I try to ignore the feeling, focusing on what I'm doing, but it's becoming increasingly more difficult. I jump slightly when Aniya suddenly pokes my arm. "Are you okay?"

"Eh... maybe not," I concede, "I'm feeling a little..."

I trail off, stumbling jerkily to my feet at the wave of nausea that runs through me again. I make it a few feet away before my stomach decides to empty its contents all over the ground.

"I don't think that's even a symptom of that type of poisoning. I thought it was more like a cold," Aniya says, raising an eyebrow as she approaches me.

I take a few steps back, breathing in deeply. At least the air is fresh out here. "Hey, at least it's over with," I say cheerfully. Because I'm already starting to feel better. "And I won't pass it on to anyone else."

"Is it even contagious?" she objects.

"Uhh..." I don't think so, but suddenly I don't know.

"Anakin?" Qui-Gon asks, frowning. "You –"

"I was just... feeling sick," I offer, "But it's going away now."

"Is it?" Obi-Wan asks, eyeing me too, now.

"Yes."

"And shouldn't you be worried about yourself, too?" Anika interjects, "You're looking a little green, too."

"I am not," he objects.

Why is he being so stubborn about it? Unless he really feels fine, but I really don't believe that right now. Because Aniya's not exactly exaggerating. "You haven't seen your reflection," I inform him cheerfully.

Obi-Wan coughs before he can deny it. "What's the situation with the speeder?" he asks impatiently, cutting me off before I can say anything else.

"It won't be going anywhere, Master," I reply.

"We don't have the parts to fix it either," Aniya adds.

"Then we'll have to go on foot," Qui-Gon decides.

"That will be a very long walk, and they'll be long gone by then," Obi-Wan argues, crossing his arms.

"We don't have any other method of transport right now," Qui-Gon reminds.

"It's going to be dark soon," he adds, grumpily.

"Then instead of whining, maybe we should get started, right?" Aniya chirps, snippily.

"Good point," I agree, "Come on, Master. It can't be that bad." Although, if he's still feeling sick, maybe it can be that bad. Though I don't know why he'd be reacting so much differently than me.

Obi-Wan still doesn't look too happy about it, but we start walking across the endless stretches of grass. I can't say I'm overly excited to walk this far either, considering that it's getting late, and we'll never get back to town in time – there's dangerous creatures out here at night. But there's no use whining about it. We just need to move.

**w**

The sky is rapidly darkening as we keep walking, though it might be also because it's starting to cloud over. I can't tell how close it is to sunset anymore, but the night animals are probably going to be out soon regardless.

And there's not even a question anymore about whether or not Obi-Wan is sick, even if he's going to keep stubbornly denying it. He's walking in the back of our group, which is weird in and of itself. And yes, usually Aniya and I give him a total headache trying to keep up with us, but Qui-Gon certainly isn't having a problem today.

I slow my pace a little bit in case it helps, but I really don't get why he's being so stubborn about admitting it.

And then, he promptly starts coughing, again.

"Are you still going to deny that you're sick?" Aniya chirps, glancing back at him.

Qui-Gon just sighs, an obvious mixture of fond and exasperated. I can't even blame him for not wanting to get involved in this madness, even if we could really use him to back us up.

"It's not a crime to be poisoned by very poisonous toxins," I interject. I'm glad I got it over with so quickly, though I've noticed Aniya and I tend to react differently to... some substances, that are toxic for humans, than our masters do. I think it's because we're half-Force. Our biology must be a little different, though no one really knows in what ways or how much.

"Coughing does not mean I'm sick," Obi-Wan replies, stubbornly.

"Seriously, Master?" I echo, incredulously, "We already know the symptoms for this are a lot like a cold."

He ignores me.

"I knew it," Aniya singsongs, "He's just faking. Maybe he read the Beginner's Guide to Faking Sick before coming here. And now he just wants to make us worry about him."

The death glare Obi-Wan gives her should have been enough to make anyone cower, but she just grins back.

I try – and fail – to smother my laugh. Because it really, really isn't funny, since I know the symptoms of this could be serious, but honestly.

"We need to be focusing on locating those pirates," Obi-Wan says, shortly.

"They're long gone, Master. We'll never find them now," I point out, bluntly. We lost the trail entirely, but now that they know Jedi are coming after them, hopefully it will be enough for them to stop attacking the transports they were stealing from. I hate failing on a mission for any reason, so I hope this will at least have done something.

"We'll assess the situation when we get back to the city," Qui-Gon replies.

"If it's a we," Aniya mutters under her breath, which I take to mean as another pointed indication that by the time we reach the city, I don't know how capable Obi-Wan will be of helping us. The symptoms probably are going to get worse, after all, which takes the edge off my amusement.

A flash of lightning momentarily illuminates the endless field of grass surrounding us – it's almost entirely dark out now – followed by a deafening crash of thunder. Which, of course, is the moment it starts raining.

"Predictably, it starts raining the moment we're stranded," Obi-Wan huffs, pulling his hood up over his head. (And coughing again.)

"Would anyone like to go back to the cave?" Aniya volunteers.

"The entire place is already contaminated, and we've come far enough," he replies, flatly.

"We can just stop under the trees," I offer, gesturing to the group right up ahead that we're approaching. Not that I mind being out in the rain. It's so peaceful. I still faintly remember the only time I recall it raining on Tatooine, and I always wanted to see that again.

"Yes, that will work," Qui-Gon agrees, "A campfire will never last in this weather anyway, and considering the circumstances, I don't think it's advisable for you or Obi-Wan to be... thoroughly drenched."

I pull my hood up over my head at the reminder, just in case. I think I'm fine, but taking precautions won't hurt.

"That will be happening regardless," Obi-Wan grumbles. Which... is true, but it doesn't hurt to try minimizing that.

"At least no animals should be out, thanks to the rain," I point out. So we won't have to worry about something trying to eat us during the night, not that that means we won't still need to keep watch.

We make ourselves at home under the trees, and I curl up on the ground in between Aniya and Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon sits down on Aniya's other side, to take first watch.

I could never mind the rain, even if it's going to make my robes all dirty. It's softly pattering on the trees now, and it's relaxing.

Obi-Wan shifts his position, yanking his hood further over his head looking decidedly grumpy. Well, he's clearly not happy with the situation at all. Considering that he is absolutely sick, no matter how hard he tries to deny it, that's no surprise. Though, I think he'd be grumpy either way.

Thunder crashes distantly in the background, and I reach out with one hand, to take Aniya's. She squeezes it back. Maybe it's been a long time since Tatooine, but I still don't like hearing that noise. It reminds me too much of... slave chips going off, of wondering if someone else I knew was going to be next.

Or of the times I actually saw someone blowing up. We got used to it, but that never stopped the fear, knowing one of us could be hurt, and that because of those slave chips, we could never escape. But I'm away from that, and I'm free now, because of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.

And it's also because of them that Aniya and I are free from the Sith, too, even if I suddenly wonder, for a fleeting moment, what happened to Maul. I assume he died there on Mustafar, but I don't... know. I don't know why I'm thinking about it now when I haven't thought of him in so long, anyway.

I reach over with my free hand, touching Obi-Wan's hand just to gauge his mood. He doesn't pull away, so I tug it closer, holding it against my chest and trying to ignore the distant sound of thunder.

And at least when I'm curled up between the two of them, knowing that Qui-Gon is close by, I can feel some measure of safety, and lightly touching Aniya with the Force, I can tell she feels likewise as I finally drift off to sleep.

**w**

"Did you just sneeze?" I hear Aniya's voice saying, right near my head.

I open my eyes, blinking up at the sky above me. There's no sign of the rain from yesterday. Except for a few clouds, the sky is entirely blue. The sun is slinking over the horizon already, lighting the grass golden. The grass right next to my head when I shift position is still lightly wet from the rain of the night before. It's already right past sunrise, and that means we need to move out.

Slowly, moving to sit up, I see Aniya watching Obi-Wan, who... definitely is sick now.

He just... looks like it, far more so than he did yesterday. I don't know if he has a fever or not, but he doesn't look very good. And I don't think even he can deny it anymore.

"You know, it doesn't need to be a secret," she chirps, when he ignores her prior question entirely.

"How are you feeling, Master?" I ask, eyeing him.

Obi-Wan huffs out a breath but sounds in general like he's in serious need of coughing again. "It's nothing serious."

Which essentially means yes, he's admitting he's sick. I cannot believe he just confessed that, after denying it all yesterday afternoon.

"What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?" I tease.

Obi-Wan shoots me an irritated look.

"What? You've been arguing about this since yesterday!"

"And everybody read all about the symptoms already! It's not like it's embarrassing," Aniya chimes in.

"The fuss you were making about it was entirely unnecessary," he grumbles, because he apparently has no idea how to understand that we just worried about him. Or he's being dramatic, because he often is.

"We should eat and start out," Qui-Gon probably wisely interrupts, next to us.

"I think the only one with a phenomenal immune system is you, since you're the not sick anymore," Aniya points out cheerfully, as we all reach for our packs to get out the food we brought. We each brought supplies for ourselves, after all, and enough for food to last for several more days. Hopefully, we won't have to worry about it nearly that long.

"I don't think it's quite fair to compare," I reply.

"I don't believe either of you are ones to speak, with how much you were sick after first coming out to the Temple," Obi-Wan points out.

We were often sick then, likely a result of how unhealthy we used to be. That hasn't been true in years, though.

"That was long ago," Aniya defends.

Except, it doesn't take me long to notice that Obi-Wan doesn't seem particularly interested in eating anything at all. Which isn't surprising considering how he's feeling, but maybe it's a little worse than he's letting on, even if I know he'll be fine. The toxin isn't supposed to be that serious.

I shift a little closer to him anyway, feeling maybe marginally bad for annoying him so much. Though sometimes, I feel like Aniya and I do that with our very existences.

"Master," I offer, finally, "Sorry I let that blaster shot get past me." That's what hit the plants and caused this whole problem in the first place.

He looks up at me in slight surprise, probably at the total randomness, though his formerly cranky expression softens just slightly. "Anakin, it's alright."

Aniya bonks her knee into mine. "Come on, you don't control the paths of every blaster shot in history."

"In history?" I echo, dryly.

"Yeah. Reaching through space and time with the Force. Didn't you hear about that in class?"

"I'm concerned that Skywalkers could actually do that," Obi-Wan interjects.

I laugh. "Don't motivate us."

"I would never," he replies, flatly, "You would be returning from the future with a mechanical abomination of a ship to travel through hyperspace ten times faster than it does now."

"You think that's all we'd do?" I snort.

"Yeah, that's boring," Aniya agrees, grinning, "The first thing I would do modify the –"

"Please don't tell me," Obi-Wan interrupts.

"As entertaining as this is," Qui-Gon interjects, clearly amused, "We have places to be so if you could finish up this discussion, we need to keep moving."

"I already am," he replies, shooting us – mostly Aniya – a pointed look. Someone tell me he's not feeling petty over her implied comment yesterday that we'd be able to keep moving long before him.

Besides, with how much he's coughing every several minutes, no one's going to buy it.

"Let's go," I advise, hastily downing the rest of what I'm eating. We don't have time to keep waiting around, anyway. Not with the still very long walk ahead of us.

**w**

"Look at all this endless grass," I chirp as we keep walking and walking. There really doesn't seem to be an end in sight. "Have you ever been so excited?"

"Are you sure we didn't take a wrong turn somewhere?" Obi-Wan grumbles.

"A wrong turn? In a field? What does that even mean?" Aniya asks.

"That we might be going entirely the wrong direction."

"I'm certain this is the way we came," I object. I distinctly remember a few of the landmarks. And if not, we'll be walking for a very long time.

I'm hardly surprised Qui-Gon doesn't bother offering any commentary and just keeps moving.

And it isn't much longer before buildings finally come into view, though it looks like a totally different side of the city than the one we were supposed to be going to.

"This is definitely not where we're supposed to be," Aniya observes, crossing her arms, "Even if we're close."

"Well, this will be a lot more walking," I reply.

"Or we can call a passerby to pick us up," Obi-Wan points out.

"Let's hope we don't call one of the gangsters transports by accident," I supply, dryly. "They'd probably leave us stranded again."

"While you complain, I look for solutions," he shoots back, punctuating the end of his sentence with another cough as he heads for the nearby road.

Qui-Gon clears his throat. "Who's been complaining nonstop this whole time?"

Aniya smothers a laugh.

"We may, however, be standing here for a very long time," Obi-Wan observes with a huff, ignoring Qui-Gon's comment entirely, as he waits for some vehicle to pass that's even paying any attention to us.

"So maybe walking would be a better idea after all," I quip.

"Then you both might get us lost again," he retorts.

"You're very cranky when you're sick," Aniya deadpans, "And annoying."

Which, thankfully happens to be the moment a transport finally does pass that agrees to pick us up. If there's no sign of the gangsters, maybe we can finally get off-planet, and... effectively deal with Obi-Wan's condition.

**w**

It doesn't take as long as I was afraid it would, for us to get back to the Temple. Obi-Wan, predictably, seems bound and determined to pretend nothing is wrong still.

"We need to write up the mission report –" he begins.

"The only place you're going is to the healer's wing," Qui-Gon interjects. Aniya looks like she's trying not to giggle, which I entirely second. It's about time we got some back up, and also, Obi-Wan's expression is entirely worth it.

He looks very annoyed. "That's entirely unnecessary. There's nothing that can be done but waiting this out, regardless."

"How would a checkup hurt, Master?" I prod, "At least they should know whether or not it's going to get worse." I doubt it, but we don't want to take any chances. Even if I probably wouldn't for myself, anyway.

"You were there too," Obi-Wan huffs, "That checkup applies to you, too, padawan, especially considering that very strange symptom you showed."

He's seriously planning to pull his rank of master on me just because he's being... stubborn? Fine.

At least if I go, I can be sure he's actually going to go. "No problem," I reply, cheerfully, because he's probably hoping I'll get annoyed, "Let's get moving."

"I'll come rescue you two later, if you're imprisoned there," Aniya calls, turning to go.

"Thanks for the confidence," I answer, dryly, "Though if anyone's imprisoned, it's going to be Master Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan calls me impatiently, and Aniya and I dramatically wave goodbye to each other before I trail after him.

Hopefully, no one will require a stay in the healer's wing, because that wouldn't mean anything again.

Thankfully, our stop there does turn out shorter than I thought it would be. The healer assures us that it wasn't anything serious, and that while I'm already fine, Obi-Wan will take several more days to actually recover.

Which means, primarily bed rest, something he is very unhappy about it. That's about the most they can offer him, though.

I go to track down Aniya as soon as I escape, because we have classes to be attending to.

"What happened?" Aniya asks, the moment we're out and able to talk to each other again. The other padawans have moved along, as always. The only ones we really ever have to talk to are each other. That's how it's always been, and... I miss having other friends, but she and my masters are really all I need.

"He's supposed to be resting, and I'm fine. We should probably check on him, though." Because I couldn't say if he's following those recommendations, despite wanting a faster cure, even if it's hardlymy responsibility to watch over him.

"Race you!" she calls, gleefully and takes off before I can even reply.

"If Master Obi-Wan or Qui-Gon caught us racing through the Temple halls –!" I yell after her, but then give up and take off after. I am absolutely not letting her win this.

It's not too much of a challenge, though, because I'm already taller than her.

She also has the inexplicable end-result of falling flat on her face every time she's running, and when I skid past her and hear a momentary crash behind me, and I don't pause to look back, even if I normally would. She'll be fine. It's not like we're running on duracrete.

"How... do you... always... win," Aniya puffs, skidding to a stop outside the door to Obi-Wan's quarters one second behind me.

"How do you always manage to fall?" I ask, when I manage to catch my breath.

"How don't you?" she shoots back.

"Because sliding on dry ground is... weird."

She swats my arm, and I smother a laugh as she shoves past, stepping into Obi-Wan's room.

And somehow, I am not remotely surprised to see that he's definitely not resting, despite being mid-coughing-fit when we step inside. He's busy with some mess of paperwork-something, by his desk, though he stands when we come in.

"Racing through the Temple halls again?" he asks, dryly.

We freeze, looking at each other.

"How is that obvious?" I protect.

"Aniya's hair is a mess."

"That's because I fell!" she protests.

He coughs in response.

"I shouldn't be worried about you," Aniya replies flatly, and considering his complete disregard for directions, I agree, "But for some reason, I am."

That gives me the most brilliant idea of all, and I dart around them, crossing the room to his bed. Picking up the pillow, I chuck it at his head.

Obi-Wan lets out a most ungraceful yelp as it hits him square in the face, and he catches it. I'm expecting some spluttered, gravely offended lecture, but instead, he promptly throws it at Aniya.

"Hey!" she yelps, swatting wildly at it.

I nearly double over laughing, and Aniya throws it back at me. I dodge and it goes way over my head, and Aniya sprints across the room, clamoring onto the bed to reach a proper supply.

"Don't jump on my bed!" Obi-Wan protests, as she throws another one at him. He catches it and throws it back, though somehow it manages to hit me instead, so I throw it back at him.

And then, I can genuinely not keep track of who's throwing pillows at who anymore.

The door to the room abruptly opens, Qui-Gon appearing in the entrance. Which is still not enough to give anyone a single shred of sanity, because honestly, he's seen us all do plenty of stupid things before, so why would it?

"I'll see you later," he supplies flatly, backing out far faster than he came in.

I throw another pillow at Obi-Wan in his momentary distraction, which happens to be the moment Aniya jumps me. I yelp in surprise as she knocks me over on the bed, and we roll across it, giggling.

It ends with her attempting to tickle me, and failing entirely when I shove her off of me, half-rolling on top of her instead. And she is significantly smaller than me now, so she can't push me off again. I promptly tickle-attack her instead.

"This is not fair!" she protests, in between laughter, though it sounds like she's taking her dying breaths.

It lasts, until a pillow bonks me in the head, courtesy of Obi-Wan.

"You've ruined it," he complains, approaching us, "You are making this before you leave my room."

"Why do we need to make it? You're supposed to be on it," I argue.

Aniya squirms out from under me, brushing back her disastrous hair. "Good point. Wanna jump in?"

"No."

I grab Obi-Wan's hand, tugging him closer anyway. After a moment of looking decidedly cranky, he finally gives in, climbing onto the edge of the bed next to us. Aniya hops off, circling around to clammer in on the other side.

"Now you're trapped," she singsongs.

"Am I?" he asks, dryly, and I get the sudden feeling he was very badly motivated by seeing us tickle attack each other.

"Don't even think about it," I warn, scooting a few inches away. Even if I'll admit that I'd find it... funny.

That he actually looks deviously amused is probably a good sign, but instead of launching another pillow or tickle attack, he lays down in between us.

Or maybe it's not such a good sign, because I can't imagine him much wanting to lay down during the day unless he's really not feeling well. Our stupid goof off session probably didn't help matters, but I don't think anyone has any regrets.

I flop out next to him, and yes, I have many important things to be doing right now but I want to stay here a little longer.

"Are you okay, Master?" I ask finally, quietly, breaking the silence settling over us. I don't think anyone was about to fall asleep yet.

He twists sideways to look at me, something oddly soft in his gaze. "You don't need to keep worrying about it," he replies, hand reaching up to lightly touch my cheek.

I freeze at the sudden gesture, because okay yes,he can be a little affectionate sometimes, but –

He leans closer abruptly, kissing my forehead.

...

...

Yes.

Okay.

Clearly, he is not in his right mind right now, because he doesn't get that emotional about things. He just doesn't. He's Obi-Wan, and he –

"That is not fair," Aniya blurts, looking at Obi-Wan with eyes wide enough to be bug eyes, "And also, I think we do need to be worried. You're clearly not feeling okay at all."

Though that seems to make him come back to himself because he moves to lay back down again, though I feel Aniya's small disappointment.

I can't quite restrain myself from leaning closer, half to hug him back because I have no idea how else to express the surge of emotion flooding me. And also, to reassuringly squeeze Aniya's hand.

She takes that as her cue to join me in the half-hug, though, so we're practically piled on top of him.

"I can't breathe," he huffs, after a few moments, though I don't know that he actually minds.

"Then how are you talking?" I ask, snippily.

He nudges me hard, and I reluctantly roll off, mostly because considering that he's sick, maybe he's actually serious about not being able to breathe when we're half on top of him.

But that doesn't mean Aniya or I will be moving from our position on either side of the bed any time soon. I'm right where I've wanted to be for so long, and the only thing that might make it better is if Shmi or Qui-Gon were here too.

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