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The Hostage

(Part 9)

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Omega glances at the chrono on the wall. She knows Tech would be precise if he said three rotations. In two hours, it will be exactly three rotations from the last moment she talked to her brothers. Somehow, the closer it comes, the farther it seems, seconds and minutes practically stagnant. Omega almost wants to cry frustrated tears.

“Omega, I need your help,” Tiiona says from her small kitchen.

Omega practically trips over her own feet scrambling to Tiiona’s side, eager to be useful and distracted. Tiiona hands her a deep bowl and large spoon. “Stir this.”

Looking into the bowl, Omega is surprised by an array of dry ingredients measured and heaped on top of one another. “What is this?” she asks, obediently poking the spoon into the bowl and stirring the various dry textures together.

“We’re going to make cookies,” Tiiona says.

“Like the ones from when you found me?” Omega asks. Not a day has gone by since she received the treats that she hasn’t wondered where they came from and if there was a way she could get some for Wrecker.

Tiiona smiles. “An old family recipe passed down from my great-great grandmother. My mother taught me, and I taught Gawynn, and now I’m teaching you.”

A warmth of emotion fills Omega then, similar to the emotion she has grown to cherish with her brothers, but different. It is softer, somehow. And she wonders something she has never wondered before: what would it be like to have a mother?

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

“How did Omega meet you and this…” Echo pauses, “other individual?”

Omega’s contact glances at him sidelong as they shoulder through the crowd, going back to the spaceport. “Tiiona found her, said she’d help. I got involved by association.”

“Why would Tiiona help Omega? What’s in it for her?” Echo asks.

“The satisfaction that she’s saved another soul, I suppose,” the man says. “Not every being in the galaxy has a hidden agenda.”

Echo makes a noise that could be an agreement, but doesn’t offer more. Until Omega is under their protection again, Echo won’t fully trust anything, no matter what this man says.

“Which brother are you?” the man asks suddenly, “Omega told us your names and descriptions, but…I can’t remember.”

Echo hesitates, swallows. “Echo,” he says after a moment.

“Wrecker’s the big one,” the man says, “Name makes sense if he uses his bulk for anything destructive. Unless it’s one of those oxymorons, and he’s the smaller one…the one with long hair?”

The offhand comment surprises a laugh out of Echo, a hearty one. Hunter would be mortified. He’ll have to disclose the information to Wrecker, Tech and Omega later, well out of Hunter’s enhanced hearing range, wherever that is.

“No, you’re right. Wrecker’s the big one,” Echo says, still chuckling. “The smaller one is Hunter. Tech is the third.”

The man grins, the tension in his posture loosening. “I’m Paa,” he says.

“Paa,” Echo repeats with a nod.

“That why they call you Echo?” Paa asks.

Echo shrugs and grins under his helmet. “I guess.”

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Echo, kitted in his droid disguise, and another man wait outside the Marauder as they arrive back.

“The issue taken care of?” Echo asks, stepping forward.

Hunter nods, eyeing the stranger at Echo’s shoulder. “Won’t be causing any more problems.”

The man’s eyes widen minutely, but he keeps his arms crossed, posture stiff.

Echo turns. “This is Paa, Omega’s contact.”

“Where is Omega now?” Tech asks. “Where is her location?”

The man – Paa – frowns, casting a weary glance at Echo. “I already told your,” he hesitates, as though he isn’t sure of the word he wants to use, “brother here that I will take one of you to Omega’s location. My friend is with her, she is safe; however, I will not bring more attention than necessary to Tiiona.”

“Tiiona?” Hunter asks.

“She’s the woman who found Omega,” Echo explains.

“What do you want in exchange for helping us?” Hunter asks warily. It cannot be this simple. There has to be a catch, separating the brothers with the promise of leading them to Omega’s location.

“Nothing,” Paa replies easily. “We don’t want any trouble.”

Hunter exchanges glances with the others. Wrecker is grinning at him, the anticipation of retrieving Omega overwhelming any sense of apprehension. Tech adjusts his goggles nervously, but nods. Echo’s expression is hidden, but his body language speaks volumes. He seems to trust Paa, and has spent some time interacting with the man.

“I’ll go with him to get Omega,” Hunter decides. It isn’t a statement open for debate. Nonetheless, Tech looks like he might try, and Wrecker steps forward. Hunter shakes his head. “We’ll be back soon. I’ll keep my comm on in case anything happens.”

Paa huffs. “Do you have anything more subtle to wear?”

Hunter glances down at his beaten armor. “This’ll have to do,” he growls. He’s not going to make himself any more vulnerable than he needs to be.

Paa looks like he might argue; however, after a moment, he rolls his eyes. “Fine. C’mon.”

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

“Your sister insisted that you would be here exactly three days from our call,” Paa says, “but I told them to wait a couple hours before going to the meeting place. I didn’t want them loitering anywhere in this city longer than they have to.”

It is strange hearing someone refer to Omega as their sister so casually, almost naturally, as if there is no other explanation. Stranger still is the unmistakable protectiveness that permeates Paa’s words about Omega and whoever has her in their care. As far as Hunter knows, Omega has not done anything to be owed such loyalty and defense, and yet, these individuals have given it freely, not asking for a single thing in return.

In a galaxy standing against them, there is some goodness, some light.

Hope.

Paa nods to a narrow alley across the street. “There they are,” he says.

Hunter looks, sees an older, human woman. Beside her, a smaller person hidden in a cloak stares down the street in the direction the spaceport is. Hunter can’t see their face under the shadow of the hood; however, he’d recognize that energetic stance anywhere, unable to stand still, bouncing on the toes of her boots.

“Omega!” he calls out.

The little figure turns instantly, and their eyes meet. “Hunter!”

Omega is moving through the obstacle of passersby in her path before Hunter can force his dazed body to corporate. It is suddenly entirely real, and Omega’s solid form collides into his, her lithe arms wrapping around his waist. Hunter pulls away just enough to kneel down, and Omega’s embrace shifts effortlessly to around his neck, her face buried in the hollow of his shoulder.

“Hey, kid,” he chokes out, bringing his arms up to hold her.

Omega doesn’t say anything, but her entire body shudders with sobs.

“You did good, kid, you did so good,” Hunter whispers into her hair.

“I missed you so much,” Omega says, voice wobbly. “I missed all of you. I was so scared.”

Hunter's heart aches. “I know. I’m so sorry, Omega.”

Omega shifts in his grip, turning her face so that she can speak. “Syko…”

“He’s gone,” Hunter says, “and he won’t be back. I promise.”

Her head nods against him, and she hides her tear stained face again.

“Your sister is a brave little soul,” a feminine voice says above him. Hunter looks up and sees the older woman standing next to Paa, a kind, gentle smile on her face. “I’m Tiiona. Omega’s friend.”

Hunter starts to stand, so he can address the woman properly, but Omega clings tighter, unwilling to release him. He happily compromises by scooping her up in his arms and holding her against him. “Thank you,” he says to Tiiona, and he knows that the words fall woefully short of the depth he means them, “for helping our sister find us…we thought…”

“I know,” Tiiona says, softly, sparing him the awful words. The woman glances around, looking for something. “Where are your brothers?”

“Back at our ship,” Hunter replies.

“No need to draw more attention than necessary,” Paa adds.

Tiiona gives the man a fondly annoyed look. “I would like to meet Omega’s family. She’s told me all about them, and I’d love to put faces to names.”

“Tiiona…” Paa starts.

She puts up a hand, effectively cutting the man off, and turns to Hunter. “I hope you will allow me to meet the rest of your family.”

It is such a small request when Hunter owes more than he could ever hope in a thousand lifetimes to repay. “I don’t see why not.”

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Wrecker watches the constantly revolving crowd, searching for the bright, familiar face he’s missed and mourned deeply. It won’t feel like anything more than a dream until he’s got her tucked up in his arms, her voice and laughter in his ears, the soft tickling of her hair against his face. That’s when he’ll believe it. That’s when the gaping hole in his chest will start to heal over.

Tech and Echo linger nearby, pretending to be occupied running diagnostics; however, Wrecker knows they are watching the same crowd, the same faces, waiting.

Wrecker almost doesn’t recognize Hunter at first, his arms cradled around a child size bundle, a starlight blond head resting on his shoulder. And Wrecker is moving, rushing to meet his little sister. His living, breathing little sister. His lungs breathe in a breath of air that isn’t for survival alone, but to call out her name, to laugh. Relief makes his muscles feel weak, but he’s never felt stronger.

“Omega! There are you!” he calls out.

She lifts her head from Hunter’s shoulder and turns. And she smiles. And she’s alive.

Alive, alive, alive…

Hunter lets Omega slip from his arms, and as soon as she’s on her feet, she’s running to meet Wrecker, a cloak streaming behind her like a cape. Between one blink and the next, she’s in Wrecker’s hold, her arms tight around his neck.

Wrecker thinks she might be crying. He knows he is.

“I missed you so much!” she tells him.

Wrecker laughs. “Missed you more, kid.”

“I’m sorry Syko made you think I was dead.”

“Nothing for you to be sorry about,” Wrecker tells her, pressing his face against the crown of her head.

She is real. She is alive. She’s safe.

“Hey, don’t forget about us,” Echo’s voice says.

Omega laughs and pulls back, smiling down at Echo and Tech who have finally caught up. Wrecker doesn’t want to let her go, but he puts Omega down, and she goes first to Echo, hugging him and receiving an embrace in return. “Glad to have you back, kid,” Echo says, his gruff voice catching on the corner of something in his throat, which he coughs to clear.

Approaching Tech much more sedately, Omega hugs him around his middle. Tech gives her shoulder a couple firm pats. “We are happy for your safe return,” he says.

Omega releases him, gravitating back to Hunter who has joined the reunion. Hunter rests a hand on her shoulder. Wrecker notices Paa is present, but hanging back, looking upset about something. And then he sees the woman, older and sturdily built, who approaches boldly. “You must be Omega’s brothers,” she says.

Omega grins so big and proud it makes Wrecker’s heart ache. “This is Tiiona. She is the one who found me,” she says, and she introduces each of them to the woman, who nods and smiles, saying nice to meet you.

“Wrecker,” Tiiona says, looking up at him, “Omega tells me that you’ll be the one to appreciate the cookies she and I made.”

Caught by surprise, Wrecker chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “Eh, I’ve never said no to food before.”

“That is the most accurate statement Wrecker has ever said,” Tech says, and Omega giggles.

Tiiona brings a small box out and gives it to Omega. “I trust you’ll make sure your brothers share,” she whispers loudly.

“I will,” Omega promises, hugging it to her chest. She glances down at her shoulders. “Oh, Gawynn’s cloak!” She starts to undo the fastener at her neck, but Tiiona stops her with a gentle touch of her hand.

“Keep it, little one,” she says. “Gawynn would like to know that it went to someone who will appreciate it.”

Omega smiles shyly, and Wrecker’s heart melts a little more. “Thank you,” she says.

Then, Omega gives the box of cookies to Hunter and throws her arms around Tiiona’s waist. The woman does not even look surprised, and kneels down to return the embrace, holding Omega in her arms like she might not let her go. “I will miss you so much, sweet girl,” she says. “If you and your brothers are ever nearby, I hope you’ll come visit again.”

“We will,” Omega promises.

Tiiona pulls away, but rests her hands on Omega’s shoulders. “Keep safe,” she tells her, but Wrecker feels that the words are directed at them.

Keep her safe.

“Is there any way we can repay you?” Hunter asks once Omega has pressed herself back against his side, a protective hand resting on her shoulder.

Tiiona smiles and shakes her head. “We are just happy that Omega has found her family.”

Paa steps forward at last. “We should go,” he tells Tiiona.

Tiiona puts her hand on Omega’s head, the gentle touch lingering for a moment, before she follows after Paa. Omega turns to watch them go, and watches long after they’ve disappeared from the spaceport. “Do you think they’re going to be okay?” she whispers.

“They seem to be very capable,” Tech reasons.

Omega does not look convinced, but then she looks up at them. “If Syko is…” she hesitates, “gone, what will happen to his ship?”

Wrecker frowns. He hadn’t thought about that at all, and if his brothers’ expressions are anything to go by, they hadn’t either.

“Because,” Omega continues when no one answers her, “I might have an idea.”

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Tiiona tries to convince him to go to the apartment with her, to visit just once; however, Paa cannot quite bring himself to do it. Tiiona has already drawn enough attention to herself. If the Empire found out, somehow, that she is Gawynn’s mother…it isn’t worth the risk, no matter how homesick he is.

So he walks her to the usual place they meet, and she walks on without him while he goes to his own little apartment, a cramped, one-room thing with smog stained walls. He goes to bed and wonders where Gawynn is now. What is the Empire making her do with that brilliant mind?

When he wakes the next morning, he puts on his factory uniform and walks the same path as he always has. He barely makes enough to live on, but whatever extra he makes he tucks away. He could have asked the clones for credits. They would have readily paid him; however, it is not what Tiiona would have wanted. Not what Gawynn would have done. But he would have been just a little closer to having the credits to get off this planet and take Tiiona with him. He’d take her somewhere safe and then search for her daughter, his love. Rescue her. Bring her to a better home, a safer home.

Someone steps in front of him. “Omega said you took this route.”

The goggled clone, now dressed in civilian clothes, pulls him into the nearest ally.

“What do you want?” Paa growls wearily.

The clone – Tech? – tips his head thoughtfully. “Nothing from you,” he answers, “however, I do have something for you.” He holds out a device. “The bounty hunter’s ship. He no longer has use for it, so we cleared its logs and I reprogramed its codes. It is yours to do with as you see fit. Keep it or sell it.”

Paa knows he must look like an idiot, slack jawed and staring at the remote in Tech’s hand. The shock of the offer feels dreamlike. “I…I don’t know what to say,” he mumbles at last.

“It was Omega’s idea,” Tech says. “Unsurprisingly brilliant of her.”

Swallowing, Paa takes the remote. “You said you reprogrammed the codes. Is that legal?”

“Not at all,” Tech says promptly. He grins. “However, legality did not hinder the process. I locked a data pad inside the ship with all the information you might need, and provided a way to contact us should you ever need assistance in the future.”

“This is too much,” Paa whispers.

“On the contrary, we can never repay you enough,” Tech returns.

Paa could voice the same thing if he could get the words out.

I’m coming for you Gawynn. I will find you.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Omega tells them what happened, alighting briefly on details before fluttering to the next. Echo wants to ask questions, can see that their brothers do too, especially Tech; however, they are quiet and listen, only offering encouraging hums and nods as she goes, gaping holes in the account that beg to be filled.

“I know that’s not everything,” Omega finishes, her voice quiet. “But I don’t really…I just want to not think about it for a while.”

Tech opens his mouth, likely to press the importance of sharing the information while it is fresh on her mind, but Echo cuts him off with, “That’s fine, kid. You can tell us more when you’re ready.”

“Echo’s right,” Hunter agrees, and that ends the discussion.

Omega lingers in the cockpit after the others have dispersed, moving to sit next to Echo in the co-pilot’s seat. She seems like she might have something to say, so Echo waits, pretending to be semi-occupied with the nav system.

“What if I’m never ready to talk about it?” Omega asks at last.

Echo thinks about that, comprehending all too well. After he was rescued from Skako Minor, he hadn’t had much of a choice than to talk, to tell everything he could remember. It was vital to the war effort. Understanding that had not made it easier, forcing his mind to recount the trauma, the pain, the suffering…the guilt.

He looks down at Omega now, her little brow furrowed and lips pressed as she wrestles with the need to tell and the desire to forget.

“Maybe you could write it down instead,” Echo says. “Like a mission report.”

Omega looks up at him, wide eyed. “But this wasn’t a mission.”

“No,” Echo says, “but sometimes it’s easier, to look at the facts, to understand what happened. You can take as long as you need, write down as little or as much as you want.”

“That might be easier,” Omega says. She grins. “And I’ve read all of your mission reports, so I can make mine just like yours.”

Echo chuckles. “You can try. Those are pretty big boots to fill,” he teases.

Omega’s smile is broken by a yawn.

“You need some rest, kid,” Echo says. “Why don’t you go tuck in. I’m sure you’ll have a clearer mind when you wake up.”

Omega nods and slides out of the seat. She notices her data pad in its charger port and takes it, hugging it against her chest. “Maybe I’ll start my report before I go to sleep.”

Echo reaches out and ruffles her hair. “If that’s what you wanna do, kid.”

When his sister shuffles out of the room, Echo releases a shaky breath. He wonders if this is how Rex felt when he suddenly resurrected from the dead.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

The ship is peacefully quiet, a far cry from the devastated silence that had shrouded the occupants in the days following Omega’s “demise.” And although such was not the case, the residual emotions linger, and Tech denies himself a fifth time when he wonders if he should check on his sister, to make sure she is still in her gunner’s mount room, nestled amongst her blankets with Lula and Trooper. It is illogical to think she might have disappeared in the mere hours his eyes have not seen her. They are in hyperspace after all, nothing can have snatched her away. It is impossible.

And yet…

Tech growls to himself, feeling frustrated with his irrational uneasiness. He tries to focus instead on the article he’s been unsuccessfully “reading” since his watch began.

A tiny, purposeful cough distracts him from his fruitless efforts. He looks up and Omega is standing in the doorway, Lula tucked in the crook of one elbow and her data pad hugged against her chest with the other. “Are you busy, Tech?” she asks.

Her voice is real and present and familiar, speaking to him directly. Not through the static of a comm, or the distance of a memory clung to. His immediate answer lodges in his throat, and he has to swallow three times to clear the obstruction. “I am not busy.”

Omega smiles. It is invitation enough, and she confidently climbs into the copilot’s chair, settling Lula beside her, and resting the data pad in her lap. “I noticed,” Omega says, softly, “that you updated my learning modules. Well…my notes.”

Tech blinks. He’d forgotten about that, had barely noticed when she snatched up her data pad before climbing into her room, not even thought about what she would find if and when she opened the file Questions to Ask Tech.

“I opened my notes because I had more questions to add,” Omega continues when it becomes evident that Tech has no verbal comment to offer. “And I saw that you’d answered all my other questions.”

“Yes, I…” Tech begins, but no explanation seems adequate for the reasoning behind his actions. It was not logical to answer the questions of a deceased individual. Maybe it was strange and perhaps morbid, but somehow had brought a sense of closure and control in the chaos of untamed emotions that raged within him at the time.

Omega is watching him, waiting patiently for him to compose his thoughts, if there are any to compose at all. But not for the first time, words fail him, understanding evading his comprehension. Deciding he has no answer to offer, he simply shakes his head, glaring at the console beside him.

“Can I give you a hug?” Omega whispers the question, and waits for him to nod before sliding from her seat and closing the short space between them. She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him so tight he almost cannot breathe, although he is not sure whether it is physical constriction of her enveloping hold or unchecked emotion at fault. It is the kind of embrace he has seen Omega give to his brothers, but has never quite received himself.

He hesitates a moment before lightly returning the gesture, holding her gently against his cuirass.

“We thought we lost you,” he whispers into her feathery hair.

Omega nods into his shoulder. “I know.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I answered the questions in your notes,” Tech says, and his voice sounds odd, distorted by a tangle of sentiments.

Omega giggles. “I don’t mind. I love you too.”

When Tech blinks, dampness catches in his goggles. It seems that Omega understood perfectly what he himself could not convey in words or thought.

Omega pulls away and returns to her chair, letting Tech collect himself while she readjusts Lula and the data pad in her lap, pretending not to notice that anything is strange or awkward. Instead, once Tech has dried out his goggles, she says excitedly, “I have to tell you what I did to Syko’s ship.

“What you did to his ship?” Tech echoes, confused.

Omega grins at him, a crooked mischievous thing that reminds him of their brothers. “I sabotaged it. Remember when I accidentally set off the Marauder’s alarm system?”

Tech remembers and nods.

“I got into the vents and made it to the internal control panel. I set off all the alarms.”

“All of them?”

Omega is practically radiating light when she says, “Every single one.”

And as Omega goes on to describe in great detail the steps she took, Tech could not be more proud of his little sister.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

“These are the best cookies I’ve ever had in my whole life,” Wrecker tells Omega once he’s convinced her to sneak him an extra one. It doesn’t take much effort, but Omega makes a show of tucking it into his waiting hand.

Omega smiles. “Tiiona taught me the recipe. She even wrote it out on flimsi in case I forget anything.” She produces the small sheet proudly from her pocket.

“So what you’re saying is,” Wrecker says, “that we can make cookies whenever we want?”

“Well,” Omega says with a grin, “Only if we have the ingredients…and a place to bake them.”

Wrecker sighs. “I guess we better make this batch last then since we don’t know when we can make more.”

“That means you’ll have to stop eating so many,” Omega giggles.

Wrecker exaggerates a groan, slumping down in the crash seat. “That’s gonna be hard. They’re so good!”

“I know!” Omega cries. “Especially the chocolate pieces.”

“Especially the chocolate pieces,” Wrecker agrees.

Omega snuggles up under his arm, and he squeezes her close. “I missed you,” Omega whispers.

“Missed ya more,” Wrecker tells her.

“I remembered what you said,” Omega says, “about keeping my thumb out when I punch.”

“Who’d you punch?”

“No one, but I was ready. Had my fist like this.” Omega demonstrates.

Wrecker smiles even though his heart breaks a little. “Looks great, kid.”

“I wanted to punch Syko,” Omega admits, “but I didn’t get a chance.”

“Aw, that’s okay. We’ll find another jerk for you to practice on,” Wrecker says. “The galaxy’s full of them.”

That makes Omega giggle again, and she wiggles impossibly closer. Wrecker never wants to let her go again.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Hunter doesn’t realize he dozed off until something sharp jabs into his stomach, startling him to alertness. He looks down to find Omega curled into him, the upper half of her body draped over his abdomen, her folded arms pillowing her head. One of her elbows must have gouged him. She doesn’t look very comfortable, even though she is heavy against him, fast asleep.

Lifting the hand that isn’t held captive by the little girl at his side, he brushes his fingers through her soft hair. She stirs slowly, eyes blinking open to peer up at him, and she smiles.

“Hey,” he says, keeping his voice low, “We should get you to your own bed. You might sleep better.”

Omega sits up, stretching her arms over her head. “I’m not tired.”

Hunter pushes himself up on his elbows. “Sure you’re not.”

“I’m not,” Omega insists. “Well, not anymore.”

“Are you hungry?” Hunter asks.

Omega nods and stands, allowing Hunter to get to his feet. He goes to their supplies and pulls out the crate of rations. He gives Omega one of the flavors he knows she likes best. She sits down at the nav computer and opens it, nibbling at the edge. Hunter leaves for a moment to give the others their share before putting the crate away and going back to the bunk, sitting down and tearing open his own ration bar. Omega leaps up from the seat and scrambles up onto the bunk next to him.

“Hey, kid,” Hunter says.

She leans her head against his arm. “I hope that one day I can learn to cook and bake just like Tiiona,” Omega says. “Her food was the best I’ve ever tasted in the galaxy.”

“I don’t know if anything can beat meiloorun ration bars,” Hunter says, knocking his plain bar against Omega’s fruit flavored one. He grins when it makes Omega laugh. “There’s still a lot of the galaxy to explore. Lots of places to see, people to meet, food to taste…”

“True,” Omega agrees.

They finish the rest of their meal with no words spoken between them. When Omega finishes her last bite, she starts folding her wrapper, making tiny, painstaking creases.

“Credit for your thoughts?” Hunter asks.

Omega has her face downturned, but her busy little fingers still for a moment before starting again more slowly. “I miss Tiiona,” Omega whispers.

Hunter knows he should say something comforting, but before he can even scrounge up a syllable of empathy, Omega looks up at him with tearfilled eyes. “We’ll never see her again, will we.” Her voice is steady even as her lower lip trembles. It isn’t a question.

Hunter swallows. “I don’t know,” he admits. “But Tech left Paa a code to contact us, so maybe…we might hear from them at least. If they ever need us, we’ll be there.”

While he isn’t sure it is the correct thing to say, it seems to sooth whatever turmoil of emotions Omega is experiencing. She nods and offers up a wobbly grin. Perhaps more for his emotional sake than evidence of her own.

Hunter puts an arm around her, pulling her close. “Still wanna see the galaxy together?” he asks softly.

Omega nods. “Always,” she breathes.

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