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[interrogatormentors]

BOOK 2, EVENT 3: MEMORY LANE

The first emotion to return to Sollux was boredom. They always had assignments for him aboard the Starskimmer, even if proper interrogations fell into a lull, and the lack of mental stimulation left Sollux ready to gnaw off his own arm. He did try that at one point, sinking his teeth into his own, bony wrist above where the psionic cuff rested. He didn’t stop even as his world became white-hot, the pain solidifying his surroundings into something he could manage.

As he chewed, yellow blood coating his tongue in that distinctive wrongness begging him to stop, he mused on his surroundings. Not enough people paraded past his door to get a feel for how many troops the rebellion had under its thrall, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if the lower-down folk had orders to avoid him. Trisia’s presence meant she’d know what would happen if too many sounds and smells made it to him. 

He almost made it to the point of permanent damage when a bright light flashed in the room, temporarily stunning him, and blood oozed between his teeth. He redoubled his efforts, and if he concentrated he could almost fool himself to thinking he could feel his psionics crying up out of his own flesh with an acrid scent rising around him. A few seconds later the gas flooding the room took effect, and he woke some indeterminate time later with his wrist bandaged, arms pinned into place with reinforced cuffs behind his back, and a chain keeping him from going further than a few feet from where he sat. His shoulder continued to ache.

Karkat showed up after the fourth day of Sollux refusing meals, shouldering the door open with a bowl in his hands. “So do you want a fucking award, Captor? Most pathetic little meow-meow in this fucking wretched corner of the universe?” he said. Sollux didn’t answer him, making eye contact and nothing more as he sat on the edge of the sleeping platform. Karkat’s eyelid twitched and his fingers tightened around the bowl of whatever mush they’d elected to try giving Sollux today. “Your pissbaby tantrum will not hold out forever. I know how you work, Captor, I’ve known since you were the most awkward, gangliest little piece of shit I’d ever fucking met, and unless I’m jacked up on the same kind of sick sopor syrup Makara horks down whenever we’re not looking at him without my vaguest know how in the fucking matter, I know you’ll crack faster than a box of cluckbeast eggs hurtled off the top of that shitty hivestem that used to be your home at fucking Mach 12. You’re a creature of habit, you need something to do or you’ll explode like a miniscule blood-supping grass-dredger. So get used to sitting there without even the thumbs up your ass as you’d fucking caterwaul about, because you’re not getting jackall until you’ve been cleared as moderately cognizant and functional in the barest fucking qualifications of sophisticated fucking society. And before you try to pull a fucking fast one on me–”

“Get to the point,” Sollux said. “You’ll starve to death waiting for me.”

Karkat’s grip on the bowl tightened. “Death isn’t a fucking constant in this equation and you’re really fucking panrotted if you ever thought it was. It’s the wide-lipped cooking vessel calling the enclosed water-boiling receptacle black. You look like one of the shambling, parasite-infested corpses near Maryam’s hive. And that, as far as I’m fucking concerned, will not fucking slide here. SO! Being the magnanimous wriggler-sitter that I fucking am in this wretched excuse of an operation, I’m here to shove food down your throat like the disobedient wiggler you’re fucking being.”

“Go ahead.”

Karkat paused, waiting for more, but Sollux remained silent. So the mutant moved forward, grumbling obscenities under his breath. His posture remained tense as he scooped up some nondescript stew up with a spoon, offering it forward. He hadn’t brought a chair and the way he held his hand just an inch too high indicated he fully expected Sollux to spit at him or lash out and thus requiring a quick shielding of his face and a retreat so Sollux leaned forward, taking the mouthful of food without protest. He feigned swallowing, tongue pulled to the back of his mouth even as his digestive pouch cramped in on itself as he denied it more than a hint of broth. Karkat’s posture relaxed by an increment, and when the other troll blinked and then glanced back behind him Sollux took that time to shove the food out from the corner of his mouth in a subtle trail. So someone waited outside the cell, someone who didn’t think this would work.

Five mouthfuls later Karkat’s brows knitted together, and Sollux spat the food off to the side visibly now that the jig was up. “You wrigglerish piece of hoofbeast excrement,” Karkat hissed, grip tightening on the spoon. “I fucking told you, I’d wait as long as it fucking took. Do you think I’m going to fucking fold? With this stature? I’ll bite your fucking kneecaps! Do I have to hold your mouth closed, put you in a goddamn headlock, and wiggle you around like a misbehaving juvenile meowbeast? Fuck!”

“Give up and give me an IV,” Sollux replied. He slid his tongue along his teeth. At least proper food finally removed the lingering tang of blood there. “I’ve survived off of less.” When Karkat opened his mouth Sollux leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “You know how I was noticed by the interrogatormentors? I tortured rebels in my brig by suffocating the life out of them. They annoyed me. Your precious little soldiers that trusted you, reduced to crying sacks of meat. No one escapes the helm’s conditioning, and nothing can break an interrogatormentor’s either. Your friend is dead. I am his replacement and his superior. So keep trying to spoonfeed me, team leader, but I’m not swallowing any of your pity today.”

The bowl cracked in Karkat’s grip, broth leaking from the fissures opened up by his rage’s pressure. Despite this his expression held none of that anger, instead dropping into something blank, though the edges belayed the forlorn misery that crept there. “I’m not going to give up on you, even if everyone else has,” he said finally. “I don’t believe you for a fucking second, funnily enough. I’m uniquely fucking qualified to know that at least something of what you used to be is still there.”

“Sure,” Sollux said. “I’ve got the framework of a coward in me. A coward that would rather sell out every single one of you rather than go back to the helm. And I did.” He tilted his head back, even as his calorie-starved exhaustion left it lolling a bit. “The Empire made me into something useful. You won’t take that from me.”

“Fine.” Karkat smoothed his thumb over one of the cracks in the bowl. “Fucking fine! Go ahead and keep spouting that fucking tripe and maybe I’ll give a shit about it when the Empire comes to fill me up with the bullets it failed to when my deplorable excuse for blood first showed itself in my cursed fucking ganderbulbs. But right now, Captor? I’m going to keep being the most annoying asshole you have ever met. If you forgot what brand of asshole I can be? Well, good fucking news for you, we’re on the fast track to break through the goddamn cement wall in your thinkpan so you remember that and that alone! So if you’re not going to eat, you’re going to get a heaping fucking helping of me talking all four of your auricular spongeclots off. Just in case you’ve forgot what fucking counting is, that means you’ve got two options now: I keep opening this conversational fecal-dripping yap of mine until the moobeasts come home, or you open your insolent fucking gob and actually swallow some fucking thing of nutritional value.”

Sollux snorted, rolling his eyes. Karkat clicked his tongue, setting the bowl on the ground next to the sleeping platform. He opened the door, and after exchanging a few words with whoever was on the other side he left. Sollux closed his eyes, trying to ignore the smell of the food left so close to him. 

He didn’t have to wait long before Karkat returned with a random troll on his heel, a skittish looking indigo who slid a needle into Sollux’s arm and hooked a nutrient drip up before finally taking the leaking bowl away when the fact it hadn’t really tempted Sollux into eating it became clear. Karkat brought a chair with him as well, and after they were left alone again he started talking. 

He stayed at a distance, safe and out of the range allowed to by his restraints, and told stories of all things. Stories about their friendship in the past, including stories about himself.

—“...And you know? I never fucking understood why because you would only fucking bitch unrelentingly about it, but you had a fucking bee-powered rig, and you hated it with more passion than almost anything, like I thought you hated fucking CA and CT but the way you hated dealing with your stupid bees was miraculous, honestly. I couldn’t even fathom it! During a period when there was a bee-killing disease going around your rig was so slow you bitched about how you counted seven thousand fucking cracks in the walls of your hivestem...”—

How they met, and how their friendship solidified.

— “... like, honestly, I don’t even really remember why we thought it’d be a fun idea, I don’t even know if it was... supposed to be fun? It might’ve been another of those wigglerhood pissing matches that the older fucks talk about so fondly, where we saw the same two-wheeled device and thought, I’m gonna be the lead, and then we fucking ate shit, like was completely inevitable. In so doing you learned this shitty fucking secret of mine, the burning swill that chugs relentless and unrepentantly through this shitty bloodpumper, and I was young and stupid and maybe if you tried it now, knowing all the fuckshit this world is, maybe I would’ve just lied down and died instead?

“But naturally apparently I still didn’t have enough of a deathwish so I decided that I’d just cull you, despite how stupid your fucking powers were. So there I fucking was, my face buried in the literal sand because of course you wanted to rub that into the wound along with the rest of the wound that is my face here, flailing and hocking the shit up as if it were the fattest, nastiest loogie as I tried to tear out your throat, and then when I ran out of steam and ate enough sand for the furnace that is my body to make the glass I’d spit for years to fucking come, you pulled me out and told me you’d keep my stupid secret if I didn’t blab about your fucking power scores. Because the way you’d been holding me under while fucking sandboarding me was your fucking psionics, and it felt like I was being pinned on the culling block by a fucking violet. Still didn’t seem like a fair trade in the end because my shit’s just fucking cursed, but whatever, it meant you had to put up with me until the world fucking exploded...” —

How scared Sollux had been about the helm. 

— “...sometimes? You’d cry about it. Not fucking sobbing or anything, because you were too emotionally fucking repressed for something like that. That much hasn’t fucking changed. And you kept insisting it was allergies, or some other bullshit, or just that they were out of your favourite fucking gamer piss excuse for swill at the corner mart, and I’d fucking roast you for that to ignore it, to allow you that modicum of dignity that you managed to scrape off the grimy floors of your fucking hivestem block, but I still remembered how you’d first told me about wanting to keep it secret, about what they’d do to you...” —

How he’d practiced for hours with Karkat’s help to suppress his own psionics, using a shitty EMP he’d built himself to detect the fluctuations. 

— “... and there was one time that the power went out and of course, me, absolute fucking weenus I fucking am, I screamed and it was a fucking manly scream, you asshole, and you got so fucking startled that you blew the damn thing up and we were wheezing smoke out of our airsacks for perigees, and your hair never recovered...” —

And he kept talking. He talked until his throat was getting hoarse. He talked until the lights automatically dimmed. He talked until drowsiness had him slur his words.

And then he left Sollux in the dark.

This continued over the next perigee. 

— “...so out of everyone I’ve ever met that wasn’t a fucking girl in our group of miscreants, because the girls and their everything is so fucking complicated that I’ve run out of diagrams to try and make any modicum of sense of it, you somehow had the most fucking casanova energy I’d ever fucking experienced. I don’t get it. How the fuck did you pull so many suitors without ever fucking recognizing it? I’ve literally never not thought about it. And right now you have enough pity appeal to raise the fucking dead, but that’s neither here nor fucking there, and I digress...” —

Eventually Sollux gave up trying to resist meals if only because he loathed losing his agency over his own pain, the prick of the IV needle changing out too much to bear without his control. He let Karkat feed him as the trend continued and Karkat kept regaling him with bullshit stories. 

— “...and the first time I was ever in the stars, I never thought I’d make it there. And I thought, then, I was that much closer to you. You had to be in the helm if you were still alive and you’d gotten so far away, so distant, and it felt like a gargantuan gap was dividing us but now that I was up there, in this wretched excuse of a shuttle that Zahhak was barely able to even keep together, we were just... we were getting there, we were so close and this daymare could be over...” —

He would sit with Sollux in the cell, complaining occasionally over the night to night activities going on without ever revealing too much. It didn’t need to be much, and out of habit Sollux compiled every tidbit that Karkat spewed into a neat little folder to pore over later in what little quiet moments Karkat afforded him.

— “...so right now our defenses are maintained by a team of some of the smartest idiots we have, which unfortunately somehow also includes this asshole named Schnee. What is wrong with that guy, I have to keep fucking asking myself? Sometimes I fucking swear he gets off on being reprimanded, which makes it that he gets along swimmingly with Zahhak because the freak gets off on reprimanding him, honestly, it’s disgusting...” —

Sometimes he stayed in silence, leaning against Sollux’s legs even after Sollux tried throttling him once as a result. That earned him an ankle cuff keeping him to the platform as well.

Aradia visited too sometimes, but not as much. She often smelled of the outside rather than the clinical sterility of whatever base they were located in, so she presumably went out on various missions where Karkat stayed sequestered. The two took turns escorting Sollux to the loadgaper, although Karkat usually was the one that hosed Sollux down when he refused to shower.

Sollux remained firm. He had to and he would, even as the boredom weighed down on him almost as much as the almost-memories pinged around the mix of metal and bone that comprised his thinkpan. He could see Karkat’s resolve faltering. As every attempt failed to bring Sollux to a state of emoting, as Sollux didn’t so much as offer a snide comment even when Karkat tried to goad him, the scarletblood grew more desolate. 

— “...sometimes I wish I had said fuck everyone else and found a hole to hide in. Taking a page out of your book for once, because you’d once said that if you could rig a cave to have your tech set up and get Dronedash to a remote, nearby location for the rest of your life, you’d’ve done it in a goddamn pusherbeat. And I think you were right about that. Fuck all this shit, sometimes. What use do I even have, I ask myself? Glorified fucking grubsitter, a full time fucking career, such a fall from grace of my old wigglerhood dreams...” —

Time dragged with the same despondent shuffle of Karkat’s feet outside of Sollux’s cell door, and he grew quieter. A stressed tick emerged upon his brow as if he sat imprisoned in Sollux’s stead, hair unkempt and wild as he focused instead on Sollux’s upkeep more than his own.

Two perigees had now passed.

Karkat arrived in Sollux’s cell again. He let Sollux eat in silence before straddling his usual chair backwards, arms folded upon its back. Aradia arrived shortly after, sitting on the bed next to Sollux and smoothing a hand over his hair. Sollux didn’t so much as stiffen, as much as he wanted to throw up. Karkat started talking about a time they played gamegrubs together, and Sollux closed his eyes to avoid thinking about the weathered rug under their feet, the smell of the microwave dinners long-abandoned as he hit a winning streak and Karkat foamed at the mouth in rage.

“... and you shoved me, once, and told me what a fucking idiot I was to have made such a fucking stupid rookie mistake–” Karkat paused, taking a shuddering breath. Sollux opened his eyes to see Karkat pressing hands to his own, but not before Sollux caught the glassiness to them. “And. And I just laughed, that awful miserable excuse of a laugh that I constantly fucking have, and told you with no hesitation what-so-fucking-ever that rookie mistakes were the literal definition of my entire fucking life from the moment I fucking hatched.” His voice cracked properly then, and his chest heaved once before a sob broke out of him. A hand dropped to press to his mouth, but the sobbing continued. “Just like this. Nothing else but the fucking truth. This really is the goddamn culmination of the shitpot of a heinous joke that is my fucking life, huh? Trust me to make it about me, too, because what else can I do? I’m a stupid selfish mistake, a blundering blemish on this miserable planet. I’m sorry, Sollux. I’m so fucking sorry.” 

He hiccuped, once, and he slid from his chair to Sollux’s knees. His tears burned on Sollux’s lap, soaking through his pant leg like a sad troll-Ghibli mockery.

Aradia took a breath, ears flickering once as he hand paused with fingers woven through Sollux’s greasy hair. Sollux stood poker straight, his own breath shredding his throat. “Karkat, you didn’t–” she began, but Karkat only laughed with his voice muffled in Sollux’s legs. He laughed and laughed, and the more he laughed the more it sounded like the last of his sanity had finally slipped away.

“Don’t fucking start, Aradia! Don’t try to placate me, I know what I did! I failed him! I shoul’ve done something, anything, I’m stupid and resourceful and I’ve got at least one shred of my thinkpan left, I should’ve fucking… fuck, smuggled him away or something. I fucking failed him and he’s gone and I can’t even bring him back!” Karkat tipped his head back and Sollux couldn’t tell whether he was wailing or screaming. The difference didn’t really matter. “Every single memory just fucking reminds me he’s dead. Look at him! He was fucking right! Look at him, Megido! It’s like holding a fucking statue!”

“Don’t talk about him like he’s not here,” Aradia said, her own voice brittle. Sollux felt her nails curl into his hair and he bit his own tongue, and calm spread through him as his mouth filled with blood again. “It’s not your fault.”

“Nothing we’ve done has worked,” Karkat snapped. He smacked at Sollux’s chest, and his warm hand remained pressed over Sollux’s bloodpusher. Sollux bit down harder as his own heart rate picked up, threatening to thud out of his chest. Turn off those emotions like a husktop, cullbait. Shut up, cullbait. Shut up. “He would sooner run me through with his fucking horns and maybe I fucking deserve it! Fuck, he deserves better!” Another smack, this one gentler, a poisonous gesture that left Sollux’s head spinning. He couldn’t swallow with how his throat closed up and so blood started trickling from his lips, bubbling with spittle. “He deserves better than me failing him and I just… it should’ve been me. It should’ve been me dead, not him. Never him. I would rather have died in his place. He deserves the world, and like a fucking parasite, I did nothing but watch. His two perigees are up, Megido, and I’ve concussed myself on the fucking deadline.” Karkat finally fell silent, another wordless smack landing atop Sollux’s breastbone and threatening to shatter him in two.

Aradia took another breath, petting Sollux’s head again, though her false hands held a telltale tremor. She hadn’t lost that, even with the replacement arms, how emotions boiled up in her and left her quivering with the need to solve the mystery in front of her. “If you failed him, so did I,” she said. Her voice remained firm, the steadiness of someone delivering a eulogy before a funeral pyre. Her hand slid down as the other rose up, and both hands gripped Sollux’s jaw.

As Aradia prepared to snap his neck and Karkat sobbed again something in Sollux broke, a fluttering feeling in his gut that he hadn’t felt in sweeps. Panic. He bowed his head, taking a slow breath through his nose as he screwed his eyes shut. He wondered for a half-hearted moment who’d set his recovery to two months as some kind of cruel joke. His eyes burned, physically burned as his face heated up, and a few scant tears managed to squeeze themselves out from between his lashes as he choked on his own blood and fear. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to die like this, pathetic and drooling on himself with ghosts of memory tugging on his thinkpan with serrated claws.

Aradia stopped, audibly swallowing. “Sollux,” she said, and she shifted to kneel on the bed next to him. She cupped his cheeks, lifting her sleeve to wipe the blood from his mouth. “Sollux, say something. Anything. Fight for yourself, please.”

“I can’t,” Sollux choked out, and his voice felt brittle. Karkat quieted then, and Sollux felt the shift as the other troll lifted his head. “I’m weak. That’s why they chose me. You keep talking to me and I can’t feel anything.”

“You’re scared,” Aradia said. She leaned her head against his bad shoulder, and by this point Sollux barely registered the pang of pain that resulted. “That’s a feeling, and it doesn’t make you weak. You’re still here, and you’re still alive through everything and you’re coming back. You wouldn’t be crying if you weren’t.” She huffed as Sollux tried shaking his head, catching him by the horns. She reached, peeling open one of his eyes and glaring at him. Her gaze softened as Sollux hiccuped, and she papped his cheek with her free hand. “You don’t have to feel everything all at once. I think your head would straight up short-circuit. But you don’t have to come back except at your own pace.”

Karkat gurgled a bit, and Sollux glanced down to see him press a fist to his mouth to keep from crying more. He failed, desaturated red streaking down his face in heretical streaks. The way Karkat cried had Sollux shifting, but the panic and fear had faded into an echo of discomfort. He couldn’t feel anything else. Maybe if they left him alone, maybe if Karkat just stopped crying, he’d have the time to recover himself. He was an interrogatormentor of the empire, but something in him had shattered and he didn’t know if he could recover it under scrutiny.

Sollux took a breath, hands jerking in his bonds behind his back before he curled his hands into fists. He dug his nails into his palms as hard as he could, as Aradia’s eyes on him meant he could no longer bite his throbbing tongue. Pain stood out as the only feeling he could isolate, and he needed it to bring himself back to reality. He craved the times back on the Starskimmer where he would burn himself with his own psionics when he needed to focus, and the scars on his arms taunted him with old blademarks he couldn’t recreate to ground himself. Aradia continued to fuss, hands on his cheeks as Karkat sobbed, and the world narrowed around Sollux. He couldn’t breathe. Everything seemed too loud and too bright, too much sensation that he couldn’t handle and couldn’t compute. “I. I’m not. I told you a thousand times,” he said. “I’ll tell you a thousand more. They killed who I used to be and I’m not going back to that.”

“Then tell me two hundred and twenty-two more times, and maybe it will stick,” Aradia said. She grabbed his chin, forcing eye contact. Her eyes burned into him, and sweat beaded along Sollux’s brow as he continued clawing at his own palms. “Remember when you first got here? You said he was dead, that he wasn’t coming back. And now you’re saying me and I and that means I don’t think you’re as far gone as you insist you are.”

Karkat scrubbed at his face, standing up. He took Aradia’s hand on Sollux’s face, and their combined heat made something in Sollux quiver. There was a moment before his lip twisted and he recoiled proper, leaning off to the side and throwing up spectacularly off to the side.Two pairs of arms braced him up on either side for a moment and that only made everything worse, and Sollux spasmed a bit and heaved even when there was nothing left in his stomach to spill.

“It’s too much. Megido, come on. Stop. Let go of him—look at him, fuck. It’s too much.” he heard Karkat say, and Sollux felt both trolls release him. He tripped on his side, shuddering and quaking and weak like a newborn meowbeast in the rain. “Hey, Captor. Sollux. Look at me.” Despite the shakiness that remained in his voice, Karkat sounded more animated than he had for weeks. Sollux didn’t lift his head–he couldn’t if he wanted to–and Karkat sighed, the sound catching on the raw parts of his throat. “We’re… We’re going to go and give you space. But we’re here for you, okay?” 

Sollux cracked open his eyes to see Karkat crouching in front of him, and what little of his resolve remained proceeded to splinter into bits. Karkat reached forward, wiping Sollux’s mouth with the usual towel he brought when he fed him for inevitable messes, even as Sollux groaned. 

Karkat got up, and Aradia opened the door for him. They both stepped out into the hall, but before the door closed Karkat turned back and offered him his best attempt at a smile. It wasn’t very good, wobbling and twisting with every repressed keen that culminated in the hitch of his shoulders, but it was sincere nonetheless. “We’re coming back for you, you fucking disaster. Nothing could stop that. We always will.” 

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Liam was a boy, and then a man, who suffered so much trauma and pain. He was bullied as a child and then lived a nightmare that I think none of us can really imagine of having that triggering experience replicated on a literally global public scale. He became a man who inflicted trauma on others. He was an addict who was unable to find a way out of that disease, and now never will, but who was open and vulnerable about his struggles. He was an incredibly talented musician and artist and an absolutely integral part of one of the most important bands of a generation; his voice and songwriting and skill in the studio shaped every aspect of what One Direction became at their best. He loved that band and being a part of that experience with his whole being and would never have stopped celebrating what they meant to us and to the world. He had problems and did bad things; that doesn't mean he was a bad person who didn't deserve to be loved and helped to heal- everyone deserves that- and the fact that that's not something that can ever happen now is devastating. I was very distressed by many of his actions; and I cared deeply about this man I didn't know and wished for better for him than this outcome.

I'm so deeply, deeply SAD tonight. I'm sad for Liam, who will never now have the chance to look back on this hard time and reflect on how far he's come, and for Liam's family, for his parents and his sisters who loved and supported him so much, and for everyone in the 1D band family and circles. And I'm sad for us. It feels like nothing will ever be quite the same, and that's hard and sad and shocking. It's a special kind of doubled grief, to mourn the loss of the person, and also of what he meant to us in this strange world of parasocial fanning, for the real him and also for the version of him that we made up and attached so much meaning to and for the escape that brought us. For him, and also for the easy uncomplicated joy of listening to those beautiful songs from happier times, which might never feel the same again. For the other boys, who we love so much and wish we could shield from suffering and loss and pain. For our fellow fans, who we also worry about the impact of this on. Everything about this is terrible, and I am sending so much love out to all of you. We are not alone, and it's okay to feel complicated emotions and it's okay to mourn and it's okay to care about how it effects you and your life, whatever you're feeling- it's okay. We are here with you. We are 1D family.

[nevermeyers]

I find it very realistic that Megumi wants to try to live for someone else again instead of for himself directly. I mean it. It will take him a long time to recover from what he has suffered, which was too much for a child (because he is still a child!!). At first I thought Megumi was going to pick himself up, but looking at it from another perspective and analyzing my own experience with mental health: it makes sense. Megumi needs help. And he will get it. Yuuji and his friends will teach him to live for himself. The ending of Megumi's character is a new beginning, unlike the others.

Btw, did y'all notice his scars are Sukuna's? The way i'd kms on the spot, poor boy :( he's going to live with the curse of remembering every time he looks on the mirror

[astearisms]

may you find peace 🌾

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

While you were fighting in the war, I was falling in a pit.

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