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When the younger of the two of them makes his comment, Gladiolus grins a little and shrugs. The truth was he didn’t understand what was running through the younger two’s minds. They were acting goofy, but? The “SHIELD” recognized it as them probably attempting to do their best to not overwhelm Ignis on his birthday/day off.
“I assume they know that already? But, who knows. Noct might be avoiding you so that he doesn’t accidentally start asking you for things – it’s sort’ve second nature for the king-to-be.” Gladio states, making his way over to his friend and companion. Unloading the mini-hoard next to his blond companion.
The golden-eyed man had picked out a few things for Ignis – various little necessity gifts. Things that would make his life easier, such as a thermos for coffee, a better sewing kit, a new travel set of appliances. The boys? Had gone a little more in the goofy direction. Noct had bought Ignis many cans of E B O N Y, as well as a cook book that claims on the cover to know 50 recipes in which you could use Ebony as an ingredient. Whereas Prompto had picked up a stuffed animal – large, round, and plump. Supposedly it was a bird? And the shutter-bug had said he’d picked it because it “looked like Ignis” but? Honestly, Gladio couldn’t see the resemblance. Nor could he say it looked anything like a bird. But? The boys were goofy.
“It’s not a problem, you know that. You needed a break. Hell, you deserved one. Though, on that note… I ordered a cake for you. It’s gonna be here in a while. But? I figured I’d warn you. So you don’t ruin your appetite.” Oh, the times he’d heard that last phrase himself – it was funny to get to use it himself this time. Though, it was somewhat embarrassing for the Shield to admit he had to order it. Ignis was the only real competent chef amongst them. And it wasn’t like he could serve CUP-of-NOODLES and MUG-CAKES for his companions’ birthday.
The canon timeline - this is the young man who got raised by Mana until he died, and eventually got taken in by Cross Marian to become an exorcist. He tries hard and often pushes himself beyond his own breaking points to try to help others. He considers himself someone who is obligated to help everyone around him. Often to the point of martyrdom. However, he doesn’t back away from what he truly believes in. Exorcists are protectors - and it’s their job to save both people, and the souls of the Akuma’s that are captured inside of the dark matter living weapons.
However, this poor boy is also the host to an unexpected problem the “14th” Noah, the traitor, that was able to nearly slaughter the whole Noah family some many years ago... Now, he’s becoming a Noah himself.
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❛ Ne, Ana, have you ever been so hot that you started sweating ice? ❜
“I wish.”
The first words that left the golden-haired woman weren’t thought out at all. Instead, they simply slipped from her lips. The truth was? Anastasia hated heat. If she could do something like that just to keep her body at a naturally chilled temperature? She would fully take advantage of that skill.
However, realizing she’d just spoken without thinking, the BRAVE of ICE laughs a little before looking over at Isanami. Wonderly, somewhat fondly - when she’d become so able to just speak her mind. “Remember when we first went to open air baths together?” She asks, laughing a little... she remembered that adventure going... somewhat poorly for a few people who couldn’t stay on their own side. “I couldn’t even stay in the water for too long… I don’t handle heat well. A skill like that would be nice, but... I would likely abuse it.”
She could barely manage the STEAM in that place… and though open air baths are lovely, she always finds herself half BOILING ALIVE… Unfortunately. And though she can freeze the water particles in their air to form ice when she was in danger, she was more adapted to using natural bodies of water to create her weapons.
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This takes place during the main timeline of “SDR2.” After Monokuma arrived, beat off their teacher Usami/Monomi, and announced that this was going to become a “Killing Game,” something akin to what Nagito had been joking about not that long ago… During this time, the “Ultimate Lucky Student” has become rather unstable. Believing himself not worthy to be an Ultimate, but instead, thinks of himself as something of an “Ultimate’s fan” or sorts. He wishes to become a stepping stone for the others to use, as a bases for them to leave this island, so that they might have a chance to leave this place. [His ideas are a little skewed due to a few medical conditions, as well as his own beliefs, making him difficult to get along with… even if he initially appears pleasant.]
This takes place in in an alternative reality where, instead of Monokuma winning his fight with Usami? She beat the stuffing out of him, instead, and told him to leave. In this mode, Nagito is friendly, though often a little confusing for his classmates. Due to his instability from his ailments, he can be a bit hard to work with… but? Over all? He is friendly, willing to work with others, and tries his best. (Though, he often reads a little too deeply into little things, if they’re not worded carefully.) He has a bit of an inferiority complex, and often worries that he won’t measure up to people’s expectations of him.
School life back at Hope’s Peak Academy. Though, initially, Nagito turned down the invitation several times, eventually he agreed to attend, based on the headmasters persistence. Though he doesn’t believe his “talent” is truly something worth being called an “Ultimate” over? He does find it awe-inspiring that Hope’s Peak wishes to do research on something as obscure as “Luck” as one of their talents. Because of his view on his talent? He often views others as better then himself… but? He definitely feels he is more fortunate in those in the Reserve.
This would be Nagito prior to his involvement in DR:AE. His actions as a member of the Remnants of Despair, and the time after he left Hope’s Peak Academy, to help spread despair. Believing, ultimately, that hope can only spread properly by watching despair fester and grow… only to be utterly crushed. He wishes to nurture despair, watch it grow, so that he can watch it burned to the ground. During this time, you can expect that he is a fair bit more twisted, and dangerous.
Spoiler Warning for Danganronpa AE: Ultra Despair Girls - Due to a specifically planned series of events, he was able to align himself appropriately to become a part of the Warrior’s of Hope, in a role as insignificant as a “Servant.” Finding himself “captured” by them, and his life threatened, he begged for his life and was willing to do anything to stay alive. Eventually? They choose to spare him on account of him being useful to them. However? This is part of him playing a role. A Child’s Paradise? A successor? It’s hard to tell what exactly he’s after… but only a few know he’s there on purpose.
As unlikely as it seems? Eventually, Nagito managed to wake up. It took a little… unlikely help, and the destruction of the world he’d been in, within the Neo World Program. But? He has awoken, and? With a little bit of help from his friends, he has managed to more or less recover - including the introduction of a replacement arm.
After all: It wasn’t as though the spare he’d picked up earlier was doing him much good…
Name: Nagisa Komaeda
Nagisa is a very… particular young lady. Despite having been brought into Hope’s Peak Academy as the “ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT,” she doesn’t believe herself to be talented at all. A fact that she isn’t exactly shy to tell the others. However, she does like to cheer on her truly talented classmates, and would happily do just about anything for the lot of them.
( For the most part, this is an add-on verse. So, this verse may appear in addition to one of the many other verses I have around~ And is mostly available by request. )
The current pet project of a relatively small agency known for “One Hit Wonders,” Nagito Komaeda has somehow managed to keep a certain amount of fame after his releases. The agency is known as “SACRED GARDEN,” and frankly? It’s desperate to have one true success story. And they, more so then he, are willing to do just about anything to get anyone to be that for them. And? Since he’s the one whose left an impact, they’re now doing just about anything they can to get him to be successful.
It was funny, wasn’t it? How the truly talented people could do so much but often strives for so little. It was wasteful. Pitiful. Especially when people like him couldn’t contribute to society. Not really. And all of their talents… they didn’t have to even try for them. Everything was simple, spoon fed, for most of them. And, one after another, his talent - his curse, has him crippled and was even killing him. Because of this, because of his rage, he’s decided to take some action. After all: His luck has at least granted him one true resource he could use - money. And with it, he creates his own death game. Where only those who begin to see the value of their own talents can pass.
“Welcome to my little game. You have one week to get out. All of you have been given two things. A key, one for any of the various things in this establishment. It’s up to you to figure out whose key does what. And the other thing? Is a collar filled with explosives. One that is part of a randomizer that I’ve set up here… Every hour? Someone will die at random. So? You’ve better put forth your best effort to get out, hmm? … oh? How? Well, that’s simple. You have to figure out who I am. And kill me. If you do? You’ll be rewarded~ You’ll get the key that can stop the game and release you from this building. You’ll even inherit a great reward,” his vast fortune, “… but? You’ll certainly have to work to get it, this time.” ( As with Makoto? Nagito is not obsessed with despair. In fact, the only thing he believes in is his luck. It’s the only thing that he’s had shown to him, had proven to him, so many times that he can’t help but believe in it. However? He has no love for his fellow classmates. He considers them all pitiful and useless, since they don’t value their gifts as much as he feels they should - especially when his is so destructive to himself. However? He has made himself part of this game too. He has a collar and a key, just like everyone else. It’s a game. It has to be fair, doesn’t it? )
Nagito Komaeda is an odd one – a drifter from Safe Haven to Safe Haven. He doesn’t tend to stay anywhere for more than a few years, given his… Unusual nature. A lot of the Folk exist as shape shifters, so? That part isn’t of particular surprise to anyone. But? Given his unusual existence and his origin, he finds that he just doesn’t settle anywhere well. After all: He was never given any particular grounding. No sense of belonging.
Perhaps it’s because he feels incomplete, that he drifts – looking for something/anything, that makes him feel completed. Grounded. Anchored. Until then? He drifts. And for now? That makes him a resident of the island, Orsus.
“Nagito” is a name he chose for himself – after all: he wasn’t traditionally born. Nagito was a stray “fabric of creation” left from when the universe was made. However, he was never used to make anything, and left to drift. Years passed, and eventually, somehow, it became self-aware. His base form, his natural self, is the only “original” thing he can turn into – aside from that? He can only shape-shift into things that already exist. Or that are currently still alive. He is no god, so he cannot create anything – or become anything that doesn’t exist anymore. The only exception is his base form.
This is the verse that will be used for the main timeline of SDR2: Though the idea of an “island vacation” had seemed somewhat appealing, once he’d begun to warm up to the idea – once Monokuma arrived and entirely ruined that peaceful image? He’s become terrified. Due to his history, trust doesn’t come easily. And once he has been given a reason to distrust anything or anyone? He’s the first to become unapproachable. He’s easily excitable: quick to anger, quick to scream, quick to run away. However, he is also quick to apologize when he has found out he is wrong. ( Prideful at times, but not so prideful that he won’t admit a mistake. )
With Monokuma defeated, everything on the island is… well, about as normal as it could possibly be. I mean, there is still the fact that he got dragged out his school and somehow magically got teleported to an island in the middle of nowhere. So? He’s a little jumpy and skeptical from time to time. However, he wants to warm up to the scenario. After all! This was a legitimate chance to get to know others, make some genuine friends. Perhaps, as weird as it was, this was better than going to Hope’s Peak Academy? Maybe? Just maybe?
Originally uninterested in the day to day of normal school life, after he arrived at Hope’s Peak Academy, where it is unnecessary to attend core classes, he was eventually brought into the fold by his enthusiastic new teacher, Yukizome. At first, it was a little overwhelming. However? He quickly found himself becoming fond of the bunch. Doing what he could to help them and genuinely becoming part of the group. It was complicated at first, but he even found himself getting along with classmates he’d initially written off as unapproachable or just annoying… In general? He’s pretty peaceful here. Though, he can still be known to occasionally make a big deal about little thing…
His whole life he’s been willing to be the victim. He didn’t fight back. He didn’t often stand up for himself. And? The few times he did, he would back down. Not now. Kazuichi, having fallen into despair, is fighting alongside his companions with something of a new sense of… freedom? This makes him unpredictable and violent. Creating weapons of the likes no one has ever seen before. He is an enthusiastic member of the “Remnant’s of Despair.” Quick to violence and slow to show mercy.
Despite being one of the people whom were able to walk out of the Neo World Program, he chose to stay. He, like the others, were unwilling to abandon those still locked into their forced “sleep.” And, until the day arrived where they had all woken up? He had been unwilling to leave. When the boats finally arrived, he and the others took it over – it was time to repay the favor done for them. It was time to continue to live as “despair,” despite their overcoming it. They would work as a focal point. Something for the world to call an enemy. Even if it was all for show.
Due to his own lack of confidence and the fact that his father didn’t want him going? When Kazuichi received his letter of invitation for Hope’s Peak Academy, he simply declined it. He was one of the man mechanics for his father’s shop – sure! It was just for bikes, for now, but? It was never going to get anywhere without him anyways, right? Plus: They had to be mistaken. He was just the child of the head mechanic of the shop. He may be part of the shop, but? Being able to repair bikes… hardly counted as “Ultimate” anything.
A young wyvern lord, he was given the ability to shift into a humanoid form mostly for political reasons. Given that most races have agreed to stay hidden from the public eye, for safety reasons, though? His race was not one of them. Instead, his race had argued against it for years. Choosing, instead, to adapt to becoming a “deep sea” race, rather than a coexisting member of the “Folk” on the surface. However? Kazuichi isn’t content to just hide away forever in the bottom of the ocean. So? He went to the Council and had them teach him how to become humanoid – and is going to give living at a Safe Haven a few years to see if it’s really as bad as everyone kept making it out to be. After he has made his decision, he intends to return to the others with his decision. Yay or nay.
In his humanoid appearance, his teeth remain pointed – due to the nature of his races’ bones, they are rather difficult to hide. They are also venomous, if he feels threatened. Even in his human form, he’s able to summon his leathery wings at will – though? He also always has obvious lumps on his back to prove they are there. ( They always look pained and uncomfortable, taunt and white, like his bones are trying to poke through his skin. ) When particularly irritated, his eyes will slit – and scales will break through his human skin.
During the events of Danganronpa V3. This is the new killing game between Ultimates, in which he’s one of the players. And? From the get go, he likes to tell people that he is not someone they should be trusting. After all: He’s already got a record - in fact? He’s already killed people. So? Why should they trust him?
Based on the mini-game in Danganronpa V3 where everyone is a part of Hope’s Peak Academy, this is where he has a rather natural school life alongside of everyone else. Of course, he’s still reluctant to actually play tennis anymore... but surrounded by these people and their talents has at least inspired a spark of interest in his own talent again. Can he truly retire so early in his life? Especially when he still has so much love for the sport?
( PRE-GAME VERSE - heavily under construction )
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A hearty laugh escapes the dark-clad priest from his spot next to the ANGEL – amusement in his cynical eyes. “I don’t.” He responds, honestly. “But I do enjoy… encouraging others break the rules – I was asking for reference, so I know how long to keep you distracted.”
It was a teasing banter from the older man. Clearly he knew the other was far past the age ( or the company ) to reinforce any sort of true curfew. Somehow he doubted that his corpse bodyguard doubled as an alarm clock of sorts. He was more then welcome to be proven wrong, but somehow, he just didn’t believe it offhand. However – that hadn’t kept the mischievous man from making the comment.
It was funny – especially since they hadn’t seen each other in so long. “Imagine now, if I had approached you saying that line, though? Wouldn’t that have been especially funny?” He asks, lifting his glass back to his lips as his eyes drifted to the side. It was a funny thought. And, though he tended to MANIPULATE events to work out his way, the thought had only occurred to him now. ( … must be losing my touch. ) “Especially if I hadn’t recognized you at first~” A laugh escapes his lips then, humoring the idea as he nursed the drink in his hands.
That comment was his little way of saying – I may have seriously meant the pick-up line. May have. Maybe.
“Well, dear angel.” He pauses, shifting his gaze towards the blue-eyed young man. A smirk working it’s way to his thin lips. “You’ll find I have a preference for being the one to do the pinning, in most situations. It’s a nasty habit of mine, to need to come out on top.” Still flirting? Possibly. Who knows?
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The fact that he didn’t see this coming was absolutely ridiculous – somehow, Isanami was always just Isanami. The fact that he was crying, the fact that he was emotional, didn’t stop her from doing what she always did. Which? Was taking care of her team, in the only way she knew how. By being unapologetically herself. Including, but not limited to, forcing her teammates to make “fish-faces” to stop them from hurting themselves.
When she did so, he released his bite rather then fight her. She was right, he shouldn’t act that way. Least of all in front of her. ( . . . no. he shouldn’t act that way at all. not now, when he was part of a team. )
The Fire Brave did nod then – a silent agreement not to do that again. And to listen to the other. His eyes still glistening a little, he just focuses his molten eyes on the other’s amber hues. He would listen. He wouldn’t run away. And, another way to show it? He hugs her just a little bit more. He wouldn’t disappear. He’d wait. He’d listen. It was the very least Hanzo could do for his fellow BRAVE. Let alone the youth he was confessing all of this to. . .
When she started going into detail about all their adventures, he felt his lips twitch ever-so-slightly upwards. A small smile forcing itself onto his lips, despite the somber mood. They had a lot of shenanigans going for them, as members of this team, he’d found himself frequently at her side. Enjoying her company. He didn’t mind her giving him unreasonable requests. It wasn’t out of tolerance, it wasn’t him just putting up with her, it was out of the fact that he was simply glad to be at her side. And if that was how she tolerated him? He was happy to comply. And as their time together had increased, so had the amount of times they sought out each other…
As she kept talking, as he kept listening, he barely noticed he stopped crying. He felt his chest tighten – f e a r, as he recognized it now, as she kept talking. However, he felt himself take a breath when she said she didn’t hate him. And? That if he wanted to be her friend… he would have to live in the f u t u r e.
What a request. As a shinobi, he’s always been a tool. He’d never planned anything for himself – and the time he did, it was out of spite. And that hadn’t ended well. That had ended up with him losing an arm, and being frozen in a block of ice for a year… but… it had also ended in T H I S. So, was it really… b a d? He’d let her finish. Staying silent, as promised, as she spoke… “Manuel labor, letting you tease me, and living in the future? Living in the present? Not the past… I think… I think those t-terms are acceptable. I can live with that.” He tries to tease back - he knew his voice was a little flat. But? If she was trying to lighten the mood, who was he to ruin it?
He finally spoke again – his voice still raw. Pained. But, the tears in his eyes now were… relief. Not pain. “I won’t… disappear, Isanami. I promise you, I won’t… I won’t change how I act towards you. If you’re still here. If you’re… still willing to accept me at your side? I won’t… run away. I won’t hide myself behind walls. I don’t… want to push you away. I want to be here. I want… I want to be human.” It was terrifying – to admit that he wanted that. Even if he was absolutely horrified by his emotions.
Even if he was tortured by what he did – if she wanted him to get his head out of the past, and start living for the here and now? He’d… try.
“You’ll… have to forgive me. I won’t be very good at living in the here and now right away. But… I’ll learn. I’ll keep learning. I won’t… I won’t give up. If you’re willing to wait, if you’re willing to put up with me being just… stupidly bad at living for the future? If you’re willing to wait for me… I’ll keep trying until I catch up with you. I promise.” Hanzo very rarely used those words – he didn’t make promises. He didn’t make personal deals. As a shinobi – personal anything, was a failure on his part. But, in this instant? He was willing to f a i l at being a shinobi.
If it meant… that they could be f r i e n d s. That they could be companions. That he could belong here.
“I won’t push you away.” He murmurs again, nodding a little. Hanzo wasn’t used to people wanting to be near him, but, despite his own insecurities. Despite his F E A R. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt her… not again. Not if he could help it. “… as long as you want me to be here? I won’t go anywhere. Okay?” Somehow, this place had become his home. Somehow, U E D A had helped warm his heart – and open him up to people. Somehow, this rag-tag group of misfits had become his h o m e. And this place? He would protect it… regardless of what it took from him personally.
❛ Hanzo, have you ever burped out fire before? ❜ [ i was going through my drafts and there was this conversation isanami had with a friend where if someone ate too much spicy food that's how they breathe fire or something and now i'm going to do the noble thing and spam braves who have control over elements with stupid questions ]
A snort escapes the BRAVE of FIRE when his smaller companionasks him that – oh god. These werethe sorts of things she thought about? This was what she became curious enoughabout… that she hunted him down to ask? Truly?
“Have I evermentioned that I love the way your brain works?” The crimson-haired manasks, aloud, as he reaches to ruffle the others hair carefully. He didn’t wantto mess it up, though, he was very amused. “BecauseI do. Truly.” He wasn’t really teasing,ether. As an IGA shinobi, he thought it rather sweet that this was how his smaller companion’s head worked. Howshe ticked.
As he’d always been a warrior, he couldn’t say that he’dever had such a genuinely innocent thought…
But? “I think theonly time I did something like that,” He starts, scratching at his cheek ashe averts his gaze. It wasn’t an… overly embarrassing story, but it was stillsilly. An amateur mistake made by an amateur. “Waswhen I was younger. Part of my training was to take alcohol into my mouth, so thatI could surprise my enemy. My teacher told me I was supposed to use it as anaccelerant. I did, but? I hiccupped? Long story short – I got into a lot oftrouble for setting stuff on fire that I wasn’t meant to.”
He grins a little, half-awkwardly. If anyone else had asked,he would have just laughed at them for asking a “s t u p i d” question. But sincehis young friend had asked? He would tell her the truth. Even if it didn’t painthim in the light of being the “ultimate shinobi” that the name “HATTORI HANZO” implied.“Keep it between us, though, will you?” Headds, putting a finger to his lips. “Nobody got hurt in that incident, but? If Ilet it be known that I did such a thing, Saizou will know it was me who burnt theside of his home in Iga, while he was out training with his master andAnastasia once…” By that, he was saying this – yep. He’d been young at thetime. But? He had been older then the other two already. He was considered a “professionalamateur” at the time. An official shinobi, but? With limited experience. So?That sort of slip up… well… didn’t look great.
And so far, he hadn’t been caught for thatincident. At least not by them, so? He’dlike to keep it that way.
@smiletorn
The Uninvited 8th, the youngest Servamp, and the one that none of the others know about. He was a surprise to all of them. After all: When their “father figure” disappeared for as long as he did, he didn’t keep in contact - instead? He made Tsubaki. The Servamp capable of killing the remaining Servamps. And the one who is capable of destroying the others contracts, regardless of the bond between the Servamp and Eve.
In this verse, Tsubaki will be in a contract with an Eve - as he is not canonly connected to any particular Eve, this verse can be used for any Eve he happens to have that’s been discussed. Of course, this will likely lead to misadventures. Tsubaki isn’t going to let something as small as a contract stop him entirely from doing what he wants - but? It’s often interesting enough that he wouldn’t resort to killing them. ( Unless they can’t reach some sort of middle ground - because Tsubaki isn’t going to be obedient ether. )
A young, unfortunate man, who seems cursed with horrible luck. He doesn’t openly try to talk to people, or even try to get to know them anymore… And recent attempts to befriend him have often, though quite accidentally, wound up with people being seriously injured. After these incidents, Tsubaki has quite given up on spending time with people - in fact? He’s usually quick to move away from people, to avoid conversation.
He always looks miserable about it. The reason he attended public school in the first place was because he wanted to make friends - but? He doesn’t want to make friends at the cost of their lives. So? He won’t actively look for friends anymore.
( Though it is canonly mentioned that Tsubaki was a vampire for C3 once - that he’d been experimented on, and kept around their base? Not a whole lot is known about this period of his life. So? Any verses using this might require a bit of talking between us, the muns, to decide what we’re willing to work with for it. So? At this time, consider this verse [ heavily under construction ] until ether more information comes up, or I can cement some things with role-playing partners. )
Before the bachelor party gone wrong known as final fantasy xv, Prompto was a friend of Noctis’ back at school - It took him a long time to get to that point. At first, he didn’t have the confidence necessary to bring himself to try to befriend the other. But? Once he’d done what he thought he had to, to make himself who he thought was good enough to approach - he did so. And? After that, they were fast friends. He is a photographer nerd who is quick to offer his friendship, his time, and his attention to those he likes. Of course, he’s not as strong as the others - but? That’s not a big deal. He’s Noctis’ friend, not his bodyguard.
Of course, he still has a few confidence issues. And? He still enjoys talking to others around campus as well - even if he’s not always wonderful about prioritizing his school work.
Ah, road-trip adventure with his friends, on the way to his best friends wedding? Best trip ever~ It’s not as though he’s had a lot of time outside the Crown City, so? He’s pretty excited to get to see all the sights. He’s brought his camera, and so many storage devices for it. No worries. He’s ready to prepare an entire scrap-book of these adventures. ( He’s also pretty psyched to finally get to meet Lady Lunafreya in person - they’ve spoken through letters a bit, back and forth. And? She’s the one who helped him gain the courage necessary to meet Noctis … so? He wants to thank her. )
Despite everything that happens, despite everything that keeps happening, despite the world literally and figuratively going to hell … Prompto is determined to stick it out with his friends. It doesn’t matter what has happened. Which misunderstandings, which events, or which things have been revealed … He won’t leave. He won’t abandon the others. He plans to stick it through, until the end.
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