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CHAPTER 65:
TINTS OF THE SUNSET
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Author's Notes: The music for this Chapter is, in order of scene: 'The One Who Is Torn Apart,' from the XENOGEARS Original Soundtrack, Disc Two; and afterward 'The Other Promise,' from the KINGDOM HEARTS Original Soundtrack Complete, Disc Nine. Both compositions can be found in KINGDOM HEARTS Insider's MP3 section.
Sora drew on his memories of the secure warmth of Kairi's embrace, as she'd just held him; and of Donald and Goofy wrapping their arms around him to pull him back to his feet
"Why h"
to push the agony, and terror, to the side, this time.
Even with Runeard's ties to the Foretellers, and how efficient it would be to defeat Arendelle's forces when they were already tied down combating another army, the Foretellers themselves had no true reason to wage war against Arendelle at this time.
Even without Empyreal further muddying the waters, there was a genuinely large chance a true interstellar, non localized war was about to begin.
And not just due to Yozora, and the Foretellers.
As terrified as Elsa was for Anna, and as impulsive as that terror could cause her to be, there were countless reasons Elsa could seek to exploit a war with denizens of darkness to attempt to seek out others.
Even more so if a war with the Treaty of Flames gave her what she believed was a means to send Arendelle's soldiers off world.
However, it didn't even matter what Lacuna was.
Sora could still cry, and hurt.
While Robert was out there.
Robert would make it all better.
Sora had not closed off his heart to every light keeping back the darkness.
The cheerful, relaxed smile Sora called upon his visage was forced, but it still manifested as easily as it did any other time he made use of it in a painful situation.
"No, thanks," Sora responded, and it was just as easy to keep his voice companionably unruffled.
"I've got heart lanterns to go to, places to see."
Empyreal's face didn't even shift a little.
It was bereft of all sentiment.
Even the slight shifts of feature Yozora's Heartless had expressed weren't present.
Sora couldn't tell anything, to any amount, about what Empyreal was feeling.
Or about what was pretense, and what was honesty, regards to his goals; his means of attaining them; how much he really knew about what Yozora, and the Foretellers, sought; how much he really knew about what had happened to Strelitzia, Ephemer, Skuld, his Chirithy, and the other people closest to him around the time of the First Keyblade War, and afterwards; or anything at all.
Sora saw no reason to refrain from clenching his teeth.
His voice could reach the true owner of this body, but his heart was still as severed from Sora's words as Riku's had been the majority of the time Xehanort's Heartless had claimed him as his host.
"If that's true, why did you bring yourself here?
"And, without misusing the power of waking, this time?"
"You know that D"
"But no matter who you c"
Sora couldn't risk letting those memories prevent him from keeping his guard fully up, though.
"By this point, I know far better than to believe it's because there's no light to discern in the darkness," Sora said back, his words still steadily friendly.
"Discerning it is a far different matter than holding your connection to it," Empyreal said in return, and there was still no shift in his intonation.
"But that's moot, so I can leave that one to someone else, or to you yourself if you're willing to face it.
"What matters to me, such that it's even logical to spend the time letting anything besides my friends matter any longer, are the other chambers of the heart you now understand."
Sora did suppress the urge to clench his teeth, this time.
Then his terrors about what he'd heard about Empyreal had been correct.
Empyreal wasn't similar to who Riku had been as Xehanort's Heartless, and Maleficent, had wanted him to be.
Empyreal was Riku as he could have become if it had been Xemnas who had attempted to maneuver Riku, not Xehanort's Heartless, and Maleficent.
And far worse.
Empyreal must have seen something in Sora's expression, anyway, because he said, a slight touch of annoyance that hadn't reached irritation, far less anger, in his words, "I'm aware I have a heart.
"That doesn't matter.
"Strong or weak, light or dark, it can't do anything for Strelitzia, Ephemer, Skuld, or my Chirithy.
"Nothing, not a single one sentiment, or belief, can.
"The sole thing that can safeguard them, or anyone, is a rational pragmatism so distilled from the soot of feeling it doesn't even believe in nihilism, escape from hardship, despair, or even a lack of causes."
Sora's stomach warped in sickness at that.
"Treatises about the merits of light, darkness, or anything in between, and outside them, aren't my style.
"So I'll put it to you straight out.
"You've gotten a lot better at developing tactics, and strategy, but say you'd put your brain to use when you first found what was left of Kairi on Captain Hook's ship.
"I'm not talking about you going along with Riku's idea, and hanging Donald, Goofy, Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, Wendy, and who knew who else, out to dry for Kairi's sake.
"However, had you used rational logic at that time, you would've seen your chance to go after Riku with one of them, and split your forces so the other two saw to Wendy's condition."
"In the end, no matter how bright the light is, the onyx black night will always devour all colors."
"Your time has run out.
"And your meaningless existence along with it."
"It's not the sum of our parts. It's the sum of our hearts."
Kairi
Riku
Donald
Goofy
Anna
Jiminy
Roxas
keep it away
Kairi was there, though, holding him kept surely close and tightly warm, her heartbeat lulling him.
Riku was grinning as he ruffled Sora's hair.
Donald's and Goofy's arms were wrapped around him as they literally lifted him back to his feet, surely effervescent and sustaining with revitalization.
Also, Anna's belief in Sora's perceptiveness had shown itself to be fully and absolutely groundless, but Sora had at least traced connections often enough by now he could see the answer to this one without needing to even do so.
you heard Tidus about the other worldline
you have proof there were better paths
you can't be sure of that
you could have ended a lot of it there
"That wouldn't have affected anything," Sora returned.
There were no tremors in his voice.
But, Sora did need to exert himself to keep his tones steady, now.
"At worst, I would have dueled Riku then and there, and when it was over, whether, without Maleficent telling him it was supposed to have manifested in his hands beforehand, we'd ended up swapping our Keyblade back and forth between us, or not, Riku already knew how to open corridors of darkness.
"He'd have fled into one, with, or without Kairi, as soon as I beat him, and at that point, with Donald, and Goofy, watching my sides, I could have, even with Hook backing him up, even if Riku had also recognized how to boost himself with darkness on his own.
"And if I'd chased him into one by myself; or with Donald, Goofy, and perhaps a Peter Pan who didn't know it would take him off world and who knows how to return to Never Land from other worlds anyway and might have thus just ignored Donald if he had a means to travel somewhere else Donald couldn't keep him away from, the Xehanorts, and Maleficent; would have most likely gotten a finished Keyblade of Hearts.
"Even if he hadn't gotten away, it wouldn't have made any difference.
"There wasn't any other way to give Kairi her heart back, and close the Final Keyhole, we had any means of uncovering at that time, other than for me to commandeer a finished Keyblade of Hearts from the Xehanorts and Maleficent.
"Yen Sid could have found End of the World, most likely, so we could have just bypassed the Final Keyhole and closed the Door to Darkness directly, while Aqua could have shut it from Mickey's side, but while Donald, and Goofy, knew about Yen Sid, no one who knew about him had any idea how much assistance Yen Sid could have provided us.
"That's why Cinderella's Fairy Godmother, and Merlin, didn't alert us about him.
"And even that wouldn't have given Kairi her heart back.
"Aqua, Ven, Terra, and Eraqus could very possibly have undone the spell without me unlocking my heart, but I'm not sure even Yen Sid, or Mickey, would have been able to do that, and I'd most likely have ended up in a position to commandeer an incomplete Keyblade of Hearts long before I found a means of getting Mickey out of the realm of darkness.
"The other Princesses of Heart, almost certainly, but I wouldn't have waited for them to learn how to utilize their abilities that precisely unless they were able to within what I saw as a sizably short amount of time."
"Maybe, maybe not," Empyreal responded.
"However, there would be no Roxas, and no last artificial Kingdom Hearts."
Sora suppressed the urge to clench his teeth at that one, even with how much Elsa's words might have actually lit the candle Roxas needed so much.
"In the interests of keeping it to the point, why don't I just list all the people who missed Roxas?" Sora replied.
At least it didn't take any effort to keep his voice companionably affable.
"And Namine, while we're at it?
"And Xion, whether they knew it, or not?
"As well as Lea, Isa, Luxord, Vanitas, and all the other Nobodies?
"And any other castaways, yourself included; a light you haven't lost faith in, as you clearly know just how dear the people who think of you the most see you?"
"That's also beside the point," Empyreal answered, still undisturbed.
His features didn't shift at all at the reminder Strelitzia, Ephemer, Skuld, and his Chirithy all loved him.
Yozora's Heartless could have worn his heart on his sleeve as much as Xehanort's had, compared to the actual owner of his body.
Empyreal actually reminded Sora more of Yozora's Nobody, in how both treated even the most heartfelt topics, and conditions, possible as nothing other than a walk around the neighborhood on an ordinary day.
And of the recent kinds of expressions, and body language, he'd seen in A
"He's the same as you, and Ven.
"As long as he exists all by himself, he doesn't even need the abilities of a Heartreaver, or Unversed, to balance the realm of light on the precipice of a dark chasm.
"I have reasons to believe I won't disclose to you, in order to leave you guessing about how much I know, and am willing to uncover, about my duties, that Maleficent wasn't refusing to tell you why the Door to Darkness requires one key to open, but two to lock.
"She was referring to the function of the Door to In Between that you took to reach Xemnas' incomplete Kingdom Hearts once he merged with it."
Sora was shocked to discover he was honestly surprised to hear that one, not because this revelation wasn't one he wouldn't have believed to answer something he hadn't yet discovered, but because it was so obvious he should have surmised that himself.
"Your time has run out.
"And your meaningless existence along with it."
But that meant another thing Sora didn't even need to trace.
"The core of The World That Never Was remained intact enough for Maleficent to fail to set up another base there. But when Xemnas was beaten, taking the last of his Kingdom Hearts along with it, fragments of The World That Never Was itself followed the hearts in the heartshower back to their owners."
Empyreal nodded, and this time there was slight approval in how he did so.
Sora didn't care whether Empyreal thought highly of him, or not.
But that, at least, meant Sora had become a part of Empyreal's heart in some way, and there was some light Empyreal found within Sora.
A string of more lightness removed more aches from the peripheral of Sora's stance.
"Indeed.
"This is relevant to Xion because, if you recall, she went to plenty of worlds in her first body, and far too many people at least caught a passing glimpse of her, to spread word about having seen her to even more hearts beyond number, even though the people who met her couldn't see into her hood, and they wouldn't have been able to see her true form if they had been able to.
"Enough that, when the personal hearts passed these recollections onto the world hearts they dwelt upon, entire arteries of memories were excised and replenished within many more world hearts than the amount you, and your companions, reclaimed by separating the Kingdom Hearts of Xehanort's Heartless."
Kairi
Riku
Donald
Goofy
Anna
Jiminy
Roxas
keep it away from me
why won't it stay away
whywhyIwantittogoaway
why
whywhy
keepitallaway
why
Robert.
Robert was the light he needed to find in this darkness.
He'd make it all go away.
He'd make it all stay away.
Sora traced the connections of feeling inherent in the knowledge Xemnas' Kingdom Hearts really had been tied to a door similar to the one Xehanort's Heartless had fashioned.
It didn't take long to know in his heart what light resided in that darkness.
If Xemnas' Kingdom Hearts had been connected to a Door to In Between forged by the world hearts so Sora could follow Xemnas, then, even though Xemnas' Kingdom Hearts itself was far less finished than the one Mickey had assisted Sora in locking at the time Xemnas had combined with it, that Kingdom Hearts may have very possibly still possessed the ability to pierce right through the labyrinth in Castle Oblivion to the Chamber of Waking.
By defeating Xemnas, there was a meaningful chance they'd kept him from claiming Ven right then and there.
Sora drenched himself in what that awareness meant.
"Are you claiming, because Xion, and Namine, retain their, talents with memory, the Door to In Between is still open?" Sora questioned.
It didn't take effort to keep his voice stable, now.
"And make it easy for misdirected, and lost, travelers to stumble into The World That Never Was, including the ruins of The Castle That Never Was, and its vicinity?"
"That's right.
"I've scouted what's left of The Castle That Never Was, however, and for that reason itself I'm reasonably sure Maleficent sought a second Oblivion, most likely the Oblivion Darkness the light Oblivion is nothing more than a pale shade of, even before she learned about the other worldlines.
"Do you remember the red chasm below where Xemnas initially confronted you as World of Order?
"If any sufficient Oblivion Darkness equalizes the scales of a sufficient Oathkeeper of light, it creates an eye of light and darkness similar to the one we're inside now."
"Your heart will sleep forever in the folds of darkness. And your body will be another vessel for me.
"So light gives way to darkness.
"Good night, Sora."
"I can think of a small but effective number of things Maleficent can do with even an ordinary Prismatic Sight, in that chasm.
"Because the chasm doesn't lead into the realm of darkness, or even one of its lowest levels.
"Xemnas' Kingdom Hearts was a conglomerate of the hearts of people, and the Stations of Awakening you're more familiar with in the endless abyss, but you were nevertheless gazing upon a direct route from the horizon of the realm in between into the great abyss itself, one that will remain open as long as the Door to In Between is open, and unlocked."
Kairi
Riku
Donald
Goofy
Make it stay away
As soon as Sora got out of here, he'd open a path to the Altar of Naught, and see if he could lock that door by himself, with the Kye-Blade if he could afford the danger.
Empyreal must have recognized what Sora was thinking, however, for the ancient Keyblade wielder said, "That's a bad idea.
"If you cut off direct access to the great abyss, anyone journeying among worldlines through any other means than the Lanes of Ingress needs the power of waking, and you're as familiar with the cost of using it to locate hearts in worlds as you are with Lacuna itself."
Sora suppressed the urge to wince.
"Assuming, even with the Kye-Blade, even with how much of your reserves you've recovered and enhanced with your usual resilience, you can call to it enough to misuse it without Kingdom Hearts itself paying the cost.
"And this isn't the space time of one realm, or even one worldline of realms, but a journey through the great abyss between parallel worldlines themselves.
"Moving between worldlines doesn't alter the course of history in one of them, but it still traverses those courses in ways even more strenuous than how you misused the power of making.
"An accomplished Keyblade wielder might be able to endure a single one way trip, but the return would almost certainly consign that wielder to Lacuna.
"The alternative is for Kairi to utilize the power of spectral to journey among the worldlines all by herself."
"Why, you're the key that connects everything."
"So it's all my fault."
Sora forced himself to breathe as lightness rushed through him.
He had an idea how to become enough of a part of Empyreal's heart it might kindle a lantern for him.
Sora shifted back slightly into a stance that kept him at the ready, but, if Empyreal had been spying on, or scrying, Sora as much as Xehanort, Maleficent, and the Foretellers did, Empyreal might recognize as a variation of how Sora preferred to relax while standing with his arms behind his head.
"No. Roxas, you're you. We're not the same. I wanted to tell you that. That you deserve as much as I do to be your own person."
"Sora, see? That's why it has to be you."
"You have to have a heart to cry."
"Hurting is part of caring."
"I understand that you can no longer see why I'm holding on so tight to that belief about you because your vision of the cosmos and history is now obscured by your tears.
"But if you didn't believe in your dreams of a reality of warm love, a secure hearth, bubbling grins, and verdant laughter as incomprehensibly as you do, you wouldn't be able to cry when other people are cast away from it into the darkness."
Sora barely remembered to keep his eyes from widening as astonished shock flooded him at how; even after Sora had learned he was the Kye-Blade, and all that entailed; even after Sora had given up and just lay on the floor partially in a coma and let Jiminy die at Anna's, and Buzz's, hands; even after Sora had maneuvered Kairi, and Riku, in murdering Boo as Sora delivered the fatal strike from untold light years away with a cosmic weapon of mass destruction; and all the rest, all Sora needed to do was call to his awareness Empyreal needed him, and he could still give Empyreal an open mouthed, close toothed grin.
"If you're gearing up your own spiel on how undeserving I am of the Keyblade,"
"You're nothing more, or even less, than a washout; so just drop out."
how many other washouts have failed their Mark of Mastery exams twice
Sora pushed them aside
"pointing out another way I'm a piece of something greater that sums up hearts, light or darkness, also isn't going to convince me to stop believing in the light any more than the other ways I've found out I'm a piece of darkness as much as light.
"That works for you, too, though."
Empyreal's features once more didn't shift.
"I have no reason to believe I don't have the time to spare.
"And I have, more or less, sponged up my latest hurdles, so I can't be kept here this time.
"Thus, okey dokey."
Empyreal's lips curled downward slightly, at that.
Sora was lighter that that phrase had, at least, elicited some kind of sentiment within Empyreal, at all.
"As long as you can deal with what's inside it, what do you say to journeying through Lacuna side by side?"
Empyreal's eyes widened slightly.
Then he staggered slightly, his Keyblades disappearing in coils of blue and silver, and a familiar neon orange sword, and bowgun, appeared in his hands.
Sora shifted back into a ready stance, and he suppressed another urge to clench his teeth even as he was able to breathe slightly easier.
That Yozora's Heartless had just claimed Empyreal's body was proof itself Sora had just successfully connected with Empyreal.
"Those answers are mine to uncover, not yours," Yozora's Heartless commented with composed irritation.
"Thankfully, by now, Lacuna isn't among them.
"There's no reason for either of you to traverse it.
"I can merely tell you about this specific classified information, solely with my strings attached."
Xion broke to a halt before the snow mound upon which Roxas rested as the air between it, and the frosted off doorway, shimmered and bent inwards into a shape roughly resembling the golden spiral Xion had utilized when casting her best spell as World of Glass, this spiral vertical, rather than horizontal, with nearly monochrome versions of the colors of energies that had coursed within the Final Keyhole eddying together rather than gold.
She pushed any sentiment about what Larsa's arrival, and the likelihood Lucca, and Yuna, had accompanied him on the Epoch, to the side.
"Xion, be careful."
This time, Riku's voice was solid, even though Xion knew no one but her could hear it.
It was set with worry, as well.
"That's a dream portal."
Xion started violently.
Within seconds, the Keyblade of Hearts had swirled in red and black into her left hand, and her Kingdom Key into the right one in silver and gold.
Xion pushed the rest of her sentiments away.
She would not dive into the darkness this time.
Elsa was already sliding sideways between Roxas, and the portal, to stand in front of him while she faced it.
Rather than a transparent magenta sphere surrounded by points, a gray globe burgeoned within the whorl, with three humanoid figures comprised of Blox the size of average Gummis that fit in the palm of a hand painted various shades of gray where the red was in Mare's Blox sitting on top of it, the one on the left wider in girth than the other two.
"That's one way of putting it," the central figure spoke.
There was no pitch, or timbre, in the traces of anger in the mostly emotionless voice that sounded far more edged than even Vanitas', or what Xion could remember about Anti-Aqua, but there were the barest tinges to its inflections that struck Xion as familiar, even if those inflictions were all but suppressed.
"It has been there all along."
"I don't admire one guy leaping into danger if it means someone else might have to jump in to save him. You're all just lining up to lose out. Dooming others to take the fall with ya'."
Xion pressed her lips together tightly.
Not this time.
Not one solitary instant her heart could beat.
Not one single second she remembered what a heart was.
Not one solitary instant she herself remembered what belief was, whether or not, anyone else did.
What had Xion overlooked this time?
Also, was this tied to, or even the answer to, what she wasn't discerning about Synchronicity Perceptual?
"Or, perhaps you could call me all that forever will be.
Xion did let herself start.
"I, if such a term can be applied to one such as this self, have been waiting over twelve millennia for the chance to meet you.
"Has Ephemer told you, yet?
"That the thirteen Prime Darknesses Yozora fears above almost all else, were initially a singular whole within Strelitzia?"
Xion clenched her teeth, at that.
"However, because I'm even separate from that whole, that didn't stop him from harnessing this fourteenth darkness to, among other things, function as the waypoint that sent Sora's Heartless to the past, where I've been left to rot for over twelve millennia."
"I don't admire one guy leaping into danger if it means someone else might have to jump in to save him. You're all just lining up to lose out. Dooming others to take the fall with ya'."
Xion felt her blood drain out of her face, not at the revelation there was a fourteenth of Vanitas' kin, at the distilled, unconstrained hate in the figure's voice, so purely unadorned the figure's voice strained its vocal cords so far its voice became quiet, and almost empty.
No.
I am an average joe.
I am not a puppet.
To the point, Roxas is, himself.
And Axel is.
And Mare.
And Elsa.
And Tidus.
And Isa.
And Hayner.
And Pence.
And Olette.
And Namine.
Elsa staggered back violently as though she'd been struck at the reaches of loneliness the voice was talking about.
Xion pushed all her own awareness of it to the side, and she became lighter at how it took no effort to give Elsa as reassuring a smile as she could think of.
Elsa returned it, weakly but surely, but her face was chalk skeletal white.
"This self has been waiting that long to meet you, when it once wasn't too painful to spend the time paying attention to the boundless ended night around us, or the tsunamis of dark memories we were drowning in, to perceive, or reminisce, what individual selves even are," the figure sounded, its voice back to its emotional self with the traces of anger Xion couldn't even brush the ability to form into a means of comprehension or no possibility, delineation or definitive.
"That light doesn't matter any longer, however.
"Meeting you, at last, for entirely, doesn't matter itself.
"But it would have expended too much pointlessly torturous energy to decide on a different painful goal without meaning, so this self has held onto my purpose of reuniting with you, and Axel, and ensuring you," the figure's voice became so unfettered it once more became quiet, due to straining its vocal cords, "and above anything, or anyone else, Roxas," the voice returned to its first timbre, "share our misery."
"Leave them out of this," Roxas' voice sounded weakly from the pile of snow.
Mare jolted violently.
Xion let herself start violently at the revelation Roxas hadn't fainted, once more, or for as long, if he had.
"The same way you did what was once us, you mean?"
The voice was now so hateful its words were barely emitting from the area of what must function as its head.
"You didn't spare a single thought for coming for us, far less do so."
Reality separated, and became clearer.
Xion didn't lose any awareness of Roxas, Elsa, or Mare, this time, however.
Whatever she was about to learn, this time, no one would need to jump off the precipice after Xion.
This time, the speaker's words solely contained themselves to enough strain with enough undiluted hatred they remained quiet.
"It's been rightin front of you, from the very start.
"Yet, for all the effort, all the time, all the sleepless nights and stretching days you've reflected on, and traversed into, what you could have, or should have, done differently, with Xion, with Axel, and with who knows who else no one missed, and all or most people forgot, this self, we, weren't even worth a single thought."
The words of the figure became stable, once more, but this time the hatred remained, contained now, yet thrusting against the farthest fringes of restraint.
"Even in all the time since you first learned about the destinies that lie before Elsa, and Anna, and their condemnation to even more precise memory alteration than Namine that is nonetheless tied to Sora's heart.
"You could say that's similar to, and thus brought about by the same kind of thing as, when someone forgets but one ordinary word he, she, or it was thinking of speaking just seconds ago, that person doesn't feel bound to it enough to recognize there was, or still is, a loss."
Elsa thinned her own lips together incredibly tightly, at the knowledge, if this stranger wasn't lying, she at last knew the specifics of the peril Anna was in.
Xion pushed away her own feelings about that behind another wall.
However, something was now tugging at the fringes of Xion's awareness, something she recognized enough, for a reason she couldn't identify, what little food she'd recently eaten now rushed up so agonizingly inside of her she could barely keep it from reaching her mouth through the pain
"You've understood Yozora, and the Foretellers, seek to disintegrate the very cosmos itself and recompose it, as though they were practiced enough to even achieve partial success at debilitating an artificial Kingdom Hearts itself, and then enacting something much different from, but still resembling, reconstituting it as nothing but the currents of energetic data."
"You knew about Jiminy's journal."
Again, the speaker's voice lost enough fetters to quiet.
"You even imagined seeing us, right before you met Dark Baymax."
Roxas gave out a single, sharp inhalation of entire, any no every may not could horror.
Xion let her stomach, and mouth, violently retch out her insides.
Roxas, Axel, Mare, Elsa, Tidus, Isa, Namine, and the physical Hayner, Olette, and Pence couldn't afford for her to strain herself even enough keeping what was within her inside her body, unless doing so made it even harder to keep her guard up.
No.
Oh, no way.
The ground bucked, and heaved, beneath Xion's feet, as though jostled by a cacophony of kinetic energy from far away.
At the same time, a carrier pigeon swooped down through the air toward Elsa.
The war had begun.
Simultaneously, the inhuman voice of what had once been the Hayner of Ansem the Wise's datascape once again resounded with enough uncontained hate he wasn't able talk louder than in chapped emptiness for how much it was injuring his vocal cords.
"It's good to know you refused to give up on a replica you could barely remember, and whether a word about frozen light was taken from a reality, and history, of data, while what was once we, and now wasn't even I, weren't even worth the trouble for you to honestly believe were still alive."
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