#war veteran whumpee

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Golden Kamuy (2024) - Whump List - 🇯🇵

Whumpee: Sugimoto Saichi played by Yamazaki Kento

Synopsis: In the early twentieth century, Russo-Japanese War veteran Saichi “Immortal” Sugimoto scratches out a meager existence during the postwar gold rush in the wilderness of Hokkaido. When he stumbles across a map to a fortune in hidden Ainu gold, he sets off on a treacherous quest to find it. But Sugimoto is not the only interested party, and everyone who knows about the gold will kill to possess it! Faced with the harsh conditions of the northern wilderness, ruthless criminals and rogue Japanese soldiers, Sugimoto will need all his skills and luck—and the help of an Ainu girl named Asirpa—to survive. (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Period, War, Thriller, Action, Torture, Captive, Restrained, Guard Dog, Superpower, Little to No Romance

Watch On: Netflix (Original), DramaCool, KissAsian

Caution: This movie may be a bit gorey to some

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

4 :16 - shot at, shot

5:21 - running into battle, concern for him, jumped into a foxhole with the enemy, fought, in an explosion, pinned against a wall, stabbed multiple times, fought, in an explosion, stumbling

6:28 - facial wound reveal (that’s later a scar)

12:44 - anxious, shaking, (traumatic flashbacks: thrown into a foxhole, watching his friend die), at gunpoint, “You wanna see if I’m really immortal?” (🧎‍♀️)

16:01 - scared, stumbling, chased by a bear, saved

21:22 - attacked by a bear, thrown to the ground, fought, hand wound reveal

28:10 - hand bandaged, tells someone he heals fast

30:40 - scar reveal (whole body), someone comments on his scars

36:22 - shot at, hunted, fought

40:38 - (semi comical: hit in the face with a tree branch, fell down a hill, fell into freezing water, freezing)

52:28 - anxious, protecting someone, hunted, self sacrificing, concern for him

56:09 - at gunpoint

1:23:35 - fought, at gunpoint, hit, fell, hit in the face, bloody nose, spitting blood

1:24:50 - captive, restrained (handcuffs), surrounded, at gunpoint, (flashbacks: fought), stick shoved through his mouth

1:29:18 - another stick through his mouth, restrained in a chair (rope), beaten, bloody nose

1:31:48 - fought, slightly stabbed in his chest

1:32:54 - still being slightly stabbed in his chest, struggling, leg stabbed

1:33:10 - struggling, fought, manhandled/physically restrained, defiant

1:34:55 - restrained (rope) laying on the ground

1:37:05 - sitting covered in blood, heavy breathing, taken away on a gurney

1:39:07 - fought, dragged behind a carriage, shot at

1:42:13 - shot at, shot, fought, protecting someone, chased

1:48:51 - telling someone about his trauma

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In honor of the 4th of July fireworks going around my house... it sounds terrifying out here.

Caretaker watched Whumpee dip their cookies in milk.

It was noisy around the house with everyone celebrating, and Caretaker made sure to get Whumpee's noise canceling headphones on them as soon it started.

They heard their phone ring in the kitchen so they quickly got up.

"Hello this is Caretaker... how can I help?"

"C.. Caretaker", a voice shakingly whispered.

"Oh Lawrence, are you alright?", Caretaker frowned.

"N-no", they answered, "I-I can't.... these fireworks... the flashbacks are really strong", they answered.

"Okay Lawrence, I'm coming to get you okay, I'll be right over. Pack an overnight bag, I'll bring you here for as long as you need", Caretaker went and grabbed Whumpee.

"So what is happening?", Whumpee pulled one of their ear covers up.

"Do you remember Lawrence?", Caretaker hurried through the neighborhood.

"Yes sir", Whumpee nodded.

"Well they are a veteran, who fought in a big war", Caretaker watched as Whumpee looked at some fireworks, "and do you know how you have flashbacks sometimes from what happened to you?"

"Yes sir", Whumpee nodded.

"Sometimes Lawrence and others may have flashbacks from those days that they served. These fireworks sound like explosions sometimes. They have a PTSD response like your therapist calls it", Caretaker waited for a car to slowly past, "you could go a little faster bud", Caretaker mumbled under their breath, "I got a war veteran and a trauma victim I need to get to safety."

"Are they alright?", Whumpee whispered with concern.

"They called, that's why we are going to get them", Caretaker turned into the driveway, "I'll be right back."

Whumpee nodded and watched Caretaker get out.

Caretaker led a person out of the house and to the car. They were wrapped in a blanket.

Whumpee could hear them sobbing before they even got into the car.

"Lawrence, I'm going to get your bag and keys, I'll make sure the door is locked", Caretaker whispered.

The person nodded and quickly covered their ears.

"I'm not there... I'm not there.... I'm not there", Whumpee heard them whisper reassuringly to themself.

They pulled their noise canceling headphones the rest of the way off and gently rubbed Lawrence's shoulder.

The person jumped and looked back at them with a horrified face.

"Sorry", Whumpee whispered, "loud sounds make me have flashbacks to. These will cancel out most of the noise."

Lawrence looked at Whumpee for a few moments before reaching for the ear covers.

"Th-thankyou", they shakingly put them on.

Caretaker got in and looked at them both before taking off.

"Whumpee I have another pair of those at home for them. They'll be a little bigger and more comfortable. Then you'll get yours back",

Whumpee nodded.

Caretaker gently led Lawrence into the house. Whumpee followed quickly behind. A loud bang put a little pep in their step.

"Mmm", Whumpee muffled a yelp.

"Okay, let's get you both settled", Caretaker gave a concerned look to Whumpee.

Caretaker settled Lawrence onto the living room couch. They grabbed a bigger pair of headphones, and quickly switched them out.

Whumpee excitedly put their pair back on.

The curtains were drawn closed.

Whumpee went back to their cookies and a fresh cup of milk Caretaker served them.

Lawrence was not ready for a snack at the moment. They had settled a little now.

Lawrence looked at Caretaker sadly.

They lifted one of the ear covers, "I-I'm so sorry for calling you like that. I-I didn't know what else to do", their lip quivered, "I couldn't..."

"Hey, it's okay", Caretaker walked over to them, "I told you whenever you needed me, I would help you. I am happy to help you as much as you'll let me. I wish that you'd let me help you more, but I don't push it."

Lawrence nodded.

"You can stay here as long as you need to. It is hard to be alone and to deal with these traumas", Caretaker patted Lawrence's knees, "I am here to help you."

Lawrence watched as Whumpee happily played with a puzzle.

They took down the ear covers again right when a loud firecracker went off. They jumped off of the couch.

"You know those work better when they stay on your ears", Caretaker helped them back down onto the couch.

"I-I'm sorry", they shook, "I wanted to ask about them though. They said loud sounds affect them as well, and I know you take care of trauma victims. What happened to them?"

"Oh, a lot of things", Caretaker frowned, then looked at Whumpee, "I forgot you haven't met them yet. It has been a while since you've been over. I can't really talk openly about what happened to them."

"Classified?", Lawrence frowned.

"Not really, but it's uh... just not something I like to talk about", Caretaker frowned, "it's uh... a lot of things happened to them."

"But they're smiling?", Lawrence frowned.

"Well it's not always like this. Right now they are relaxed. They trust that I have full control of what's around them", Caretaker smiled, "they go to a therapist... hint.. hint."

"I know you are big into therapist, but I'm not sure about that yet", Lawrence frowned, "I've thought about it, I really have, but I don't know."

"Well if you ever decide to, I will happily come with you if you want", Caretaker stood, "go ahead and get comfortable."

Caretaker gently tapped on Whumpee's shoulder.

"I see you are getting sleepy, and it is bed time", Caretaker gently smiled.

Whumpee yawned sleepily and nodded.

"Do you want to be in your bed tonight, or you could sleep down here on that couch", Caretaker pointed, "Lawrence has already fallen asleep so I'm going to sleep down here in my chair so they won't be alone."

Whumpee looked at the couch, then at Lawrence snoring away.

"May I stay down here with you", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes of course you can", Caretaker smiled, "go ahead and get ready for bed. I'll get the couch ready for you."

Whumpee came down to the living room and found Caretaker placing their pillow on the couch.

"It looks so comfy", Whumpee smiled, "are you sure you'll be okay on your chair?"

"Yes Whumpee that chair is very comfortable", Caretaker smiled while they guided Whumpee onto the couch, "plus I'd rather be ready if either of you need me", they watched as Whumpee laid down, and covered them with a blanket.

Whumpee smiled as Caretaker placed their stuffed toy under the blanket.

"Thankyou", Whumpee whispered.

"You're welcome", Caretaker smiled, "do you want the headphones back on?", they got down and knelt beside Whumpee.

"No thankyou", Whumpee looked at them happily.

Caretaker softly carded through Whumpee's hair a few times while whispering a few gentle words.

They didn't realize Lawrence had been squinting at them. Watching.

They quickly closed their eyes when Caretaker stood. They felt someone come over and adjust their blanket.

Lawrence saw the light was turned off. All that was on was a nightlight now.

Caretaker got comfortable in their chair and took a second to listen to their guest.

Whumpee made small snores already, they were on their way to a good night of rest.

Caretaker could hear that Lawrence was breathing. They weren't snoring like earlier, and hoped they hadn't disturbed them to much while getting Whumpee settled.

Soon though Caretaker was asleep.

Lawrence laid in the dark. It was peaceful here, what they wouldn't give to have to have peace like this.

In the morning Lawrence woke up and looked around. They remembered quickly that they weren't home.

They could hear someone in a different room. The headphones had gotten knocked off during the night.

Whumpee still slept on the couch nearby.

They got up and followed the voice until they found Caretaker in the kitchen.

"Hey goodmorning", Caretaker smiled at them when they came in, "how did you sleep?"

"I slept well, thankyou so much for bringing me here and letting me... well you know", Lawrence sighed.

"You're welcome", Caretaker nodded, "I made coffee. Would you like some?"

"Oh yes please", Lawrence nodded.

"Okay go ahead and take a seat at the table", Caretaker pulled out a cup, "I was thinking, would you like to know a little more about Whumpee? I have a journal that you can look at. It talks a little about their first month here. There's also pictures. It will turn your stomach though."

"I was watching you both last night... just a little. What I wouldn't give to have peace like you both have", Lawrence took the cup of coffee, "thankyou."

"Well I know I sound like a broken record, but we both go to therapy. We both receive help through that", Caretaker sat down with a cup of coffee, "it does help."

"You see a therapist even?", Lawrence smirked.

Caretaker nodded, "everyone should see one. At least that's my belief. With everything I see here and my patients. I go to see one because as a caregiver I can easily allow my patients' pain to become mine. If I'm not careful, that could greatly impact my mental and physical health. Therefore, that would impact my patient's care and my job."

Lawrence seemed to understand a little but they seemed to be uncertain still.

"Can I at least show you a picture from that journal? I wouldn't blame you if you don't want to see and read all of it, but just one picture?", Caretaker stood when Lawrence nodded.

Caretaker carried out a book and set it on the table. They opened it to the first page.

"Pictures like these are taken by the police and investigators. These are when Whumpee was first rescued", Caretaker turned one more page.

Lawrence saw it.

"That's not Whumpee?", Lawrence frowned, "please tell me that's not them."

"It is", Caretaker sighed sadly, "that's them."

"How long ago was this?", Lawrence frowned, "I honestly wasn't expecting... that."

"No one really does", Caretaker agreed, "especially with how Whumpee acts. Don't get it wrong. They have hard days. They have days where they show just how much trauma they've gone through. Then they have days when they are happy to be alive."

"I guess I understand that", Lawrence nodded, "okay you talked me into it. Who's the therapist then?"

An appointment was scheduled by the time Whumpee woke up. Caretaker helped and promised to go with Lawrence if they wanted.

After breakfast, Lawrence was ready to go home. Caretaker let them keep the noise canceling headphones as well.

"I'll get more of them soon", Caretaker grinned at Whumpee, "please don't be afraid of calling me. If you need help just ask... I am more than ready to help you."

"Thankyou Caretaker so much for helping me", Lawrence smiled, "thankyou Whumpee for helping me as well."

"You're welcome", Whumpee smiled.

Lawrence's heart hurt for how happy someone could seem after going through what Whumpee had.

"Thankyou again", Lawrence nodded.

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Western: 1920s Whump Prompt List

CW: Historical Violence, Implied Death Mentions

Bootlegger run went wildly wrong for Whumpee

Wounded whumpee crawls into a speakeasy for help

PTSD Attack caused by the "Great War"

Whumpee is socially exiled from town for catching an illness

Caretaker goes to check their barn, only to find a trail of blood leading down to it

Whumpee can't recognize their whumper, due to them wearing a protective medical face mask in the name of quarentine

Getting in an old timey car accident, in the middle of nowhere, with no idea how to recuperate or where to go

Veteran whumpee seizes up after hearing gunfire due to gangs/mafias

Getting stabbed by a switchblade

Botched hanging or execution

Getting shot but in the 1920s style way

Having arsenic slipped in whumpee's drink

Drinking bad homemade liquor (maybe with some pink elephants)

Whumper got hurt by whumpee in the war, and revenge hasn't left their mind one bit

Getting ran down by someone in a car

Whumpee went MIA during the war, and has been trapped overseas for some time now

Whumpee is an old timey construction worker, today they've taken quite the fall without any safety nets

Drinking bad water

Waking up in an overly crowded makeshift medical unit

Gas mask breaking

Cement shoes

Caretaker took in whumpee, when they discovered that their reason for such a low reputation comes from the injuries they sustained in war

Bike wreck in the middle of nowhere

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Febuwhump day 20: truth serum

Whumpee: Legend

Whump Rating: 6/10

TWs: nausea, delirium, one line that could be interpreted as suicidal intent (but it's not meant to be)

Legend groaned, coughing roughly. He felt sweaty and gross, a chill in the air causing him to shiver. It was morning, or at least Legend thought so. The sun was up, at the very least.

“Oh, you’re awake!” Hyrule stood over him, smiling. “Wild asked me to wake you for breakfast, so… breakfast’s ready?”

Legend grumbled, rolling onto his side away from the traveler. “Not hungry,” he mumbled, pulling the blanket up higher. Hylia, it was cold out!

“Legeeee,” Hyrule whined, kneeling to shake the Veteran gently. “C’mon! Wild made wildberry crepes, and they’re gonna get cold if you don’t come now!”

“Just leave me alone,” Legend huffed, pulling the blanket over his head. “I’m not hungry.”

From behind him, Hyrule sighed. Legend assumed he had won until his blanket was torn away, exposing him to the chilled morning air. “Get up!”

“Hyrule!” The Vet hissed, reaching for his blanket but refusing to get up. “Give it back! It’s cold!”

That had Hyrule confused, lowering the blanket with a frown. “It’s really nice out today. How is it cold?” The traveler narrowed his eyes, examining Legend briefly. “Hm. You’re a little flushed… are you feeling alright?”

Legend scowled, snatching the blanket back from his successor. “I’m fine,” he insisted, snuggling back into his bedroll. “I just want to be left alone.”

Hyrule placed a hand on Legend’s forehead, clicking his tongue. “You’re warm, he noted, shaking his head.

As the traveler went to stand, Legend grabbed his hand and held him there. “I’m not sick,” he denied, staring at Hyrule with determined, yet tired, eyes.

“I never said you were,” Hyrule replied, shrugging. Legend released his hand, allowing the traveler to get up. “But you probably are, since you’re definitely running a fever,” he added, stepping far enough away so the Veteran couldn’t snatch an ankle. “I’ll go tell the others.”

“Hyrule, you little-” Legend broke off into a harsh coughing fit, his entire body convulsing with each rough cough. The force of it all had him dry-heaving, turned hastily so he was hunched over the grass rather than his bedroll. Nothing came out, however, so Legend rolled back into bed with a groan, sighing.

Okay, maybe he was a little sick. But it wasn’t that bad! It certainly didn’t warrant being fussed over, that was for sure.

Hyrule returned with a few items, balanced precariously on his arms as he carefully made his way back to Legend. He set them down in the dirt– two breakfast plates, a waterskin, a small cloth, and a larger bucket of water that was filled about halfway.

The traveler grinned, sitting down beside Legend. “I’ll be your caretaker today!” He exclaimed proudly, eyes crinkling. “I can’t heal fevers, but I know how to take care of them.” He dunked the cloth in the water bucket, wringing it out.

Legend pushed the cloth away as Hyrule tried to lay it on his forehead. “I don’t need to be taken care of,” he huffed, scowling. “I can manage just fine on my own, thank you.”

Hyrule frowned, shoulders slumping as he retracted the hand holding the wet cloth. “I just want to help you,” he murmured, sighing. “And Time said someone has to watch your fever. If you’d rather have Wars, then I can-”

Legend groaned dramatically, shaking his head. “Fuck no.” He sighed, clearly pissed off but too tired to put up much of a fight. “Fine. I guess you can watch the fever, or whatever.”

“Thank you.” Hyrule smiled, reaching to place the cloth on the Vet’s forehead. This time, there was no resistance, only a small huff as the cool cloth hit him. He would never admit it out loud, but it did feel nice against his heated skin. “Do you want your breakfast, or should I save it for later?”

Legend waved a hand, closing his eyes with a soft sigh. He turned over, tugging his blanket up higher.

Hyrule chuckled. “I’ll ask Wild to put it away, then. Sleep well.” The traveler got up, his quiet footsteps echoing in Legend’s mind as he drifted off to sleep.

Hyrule hummed to himself, checking in on Legend. He had been asleep for an hour or two now, and it would probably be good for him to eat something (or at least drink some water).

Crouching down, Hyrule poked the Veteran, shaking his shoulder. Instantly, worry shot down Hyrule’s spine– Legend was very warm, despite the cloth on his forehead that had been replaced multiple times.

“Lege?” He questioned, shaking the Vet more roughly. “Legend? Link?”

“Hm?” Legend turned over, blinking slowly up at the traveler. “Marin…?”

Hyrule frowned, confused. Who was Marin? “No, it’s me, Hyrule. Remember?” He was starting to get anxious now.

The Veteran sighed, closing his eyes. “I’ve missed you. Do you still sing? I’ve always… loved your voice,” he mumbled dazedly.

“Uh…” The traveler tilted his head, confused. “Thank you?” Hyrule was pretty sure he’d never sang in front of any of his brothers.

“I wish I never woke the Windfish,” Legend continued, eyes still closed. Hyrule frowned, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “I’ve met more people like me, but… I still miss you every day.”

“Legend…?” Hyrule called nervously.

The Veteran hummed, sighing. “I wonder what it would be like if I hadn’t done it. Would we be happy together, like Time and Malon? Or could we never be more than just a dream?” He paused, sighing sadly. “I would give anything to go back… even if it kills me. Marin…”

“Guys?!” Hyrule shouted, shocked and confused and a little hurt by Legend’s words. He was clearly quite out of it, but that didn’t mean his words held no weight.

“What’s going on?” Time questioned, frowning.

Warriors knelt by Legend’s head, removing the cloth to check the Vet’s temperature. “We need to get him to a town,” he explained, shaking his head. “He’s got a high fever.”

“Marin… I’m sorry.” Legend went limp, burning with fever. Hyrule gasped, shaking his arm worriedly.

Time placed a hand on the traveler’s shoulder, pulling him back. “Pup, can you carry him?”

Twilight nodded, and Warriors helped to get Legend on the rancher’s back. “Castle Town isn’t far from here. We could make it there in three hours; two if we hurry.”

“You heard him. Everyone gather your things, we’re heading out,” Time decided. Quickly, items were gathered and bedrolls were put away. Wild stomped out the fire while Hyrule and Sky helped to get Legend and Twilight’s things as well. It wasn’t long before all nine of them were back on the road, following Twilight’s lead as he charged on toward Castle Town.

“There’s a doctor in town,” the rancher panted, out of breath from the effort of carrying Legend while keeping pace. “He’s… not the greatest. If he can’t help, then I have some friends who might be able to.”

Time nodded. “We’ll split up. Two will take the Veteran to the doctor. A few can go with Rancher to meet his allies. The rest will go to the inn and get us checked in for the night. Agreed?”

With several murmurs of agreement, they continued on, keeping a quick pace as they transported Legend to Twilight’s Castle Town.

“The doctor is up that way and the inn is in the main square. We’ll be down this way, back in a small alley. We’ll meet up back at the inn before sunset,” Twilight directed, sending his brothers off in all sorts of directions. He took Time and Warriors to the bar while Hyrule and Sky took Legend to the doctor. The rest headed to the inn to get checked in.

Hyrule fidgeted as he followed Sky, clearly nervous. Legend was unconscious. Every time he woke up during the journey had been terrible, spouting absolute nonsense and calling out for someone named Marin. It was distressing, to say the least, to see their grouchy Veteran in such a vulnerable state, and Hyrule knew he wasn’t the only one hoping for some sort of miracle cure.

They stepped into the doctor’s office, sitting down in a chair. Beside them was a young woman with a large gash across her upper arm.

“I can heal that, if you’d like,” Hyrule murmured, pressing his lips into a weak smile.

She squinted at him, glancing up at Sky and Legend as well. She sighed deeply. “Don’t you dare mess this up,” she hissed, offering him her wounded arm.

“I won’t, ma’am.” Hyrule closed his eyes, hands glowing a soft teal as he cast his Life spell, pressing the magic into her arm. The wound closed, leaving the skin unmarked.

She nodded, humming with satisfaction. “Hm. Not bad, kid.” She stood up, flicking a red rupee into Hyrule’s lap. “See ya around.”

As the woman left, Hyrule pocketed the rupee. The doctor burst into the room, shooing an older man out before beckoning them to follow.

“So, what’s wrong with you?” He grumbled, leading them into a small back room.

Sky set Legend down on a bed. “Our friend is sick. He’s got a high fever.”

The doctor sighed, nodding. “Yeah, yeah.” He searched through a drawer, pulling out a small bottle of thick purple liquid. “This should help.” He tossed it to Sky, who uncorked it and fed it to Legend. “That’ll be fifty rupees.”

Hyrule glanced at Sky, offering up the red rupee he had just picked up. The Skyloftian supplied another red rupee as well as a yellow, watching the doctor’s reaction carefully. He accepted the rupees with a grin, pocketing them before ushering the group out.

“Great, come again!” Sky carried Legend out as Hyrule followed, getting the door slammed in their faces.

Legend stirred in Sky’s arms, groaning. “What…?”

“Legend!” Hyrule exclaimed, gasping. “Are you okay?”

The Veteran scowled, huffing. “I’m fine.” He glanced around, frowning. “Where are we?”

“Twi’s Castle Town,” Sky answered, walking alongside Hyrule as they headed to the inn. “We had to take you to a doctor.”

“What?!”

“Your fever was really high,” Hyrule chirped, nodding. “You kept talking about someone… um, Marin?”

Legend inhaled sharply, struggling in Sky’s grasp. “Put me down,” he hissed, jerking back from the others. “What did I say? Did I- no. Tell me!” The Veteran grasped the collar of Hyrule’s tunic, eyes large and angry.

“You were just talking! You said you missed them and their singing, and something about some sort of sky-fish?”

Legend dropped his hold on Hyrule, staggering back a step. “The Windfish…” he whispered, shaking his head. “Who heard?”

The traveler fidgeted, leaning into Sky nervously. “Um, I did. The others heard a little bit when we were walking, but it was mostly just nonsense at that point.”

The Vet seemed to relax at that, still breathing heavily. He held a hand to his head, slumping with a huff of breath.

“Ooookay,” Sky chuckled nervously, scooping Legend up from under his arms. “You need to rest. Whatever the doctor gave you helped, but you still need to recover. We’re taking you to the inn.”

Legend grumbled incoherently as Sky lifted him up, carrying the Veteran down the Castle Town streets and into the inn. They already had rooms set up, with Legend, Hyrule, and Sky sharing. Despite the Vet’s obvious embarrassment, he didn’t argue about the room assignment.

“I’m sorry,” Hyrule murmured, settling into bed between Sky and Legend. “I didn’t mean to hear all of that. It seemed pretty personal.”

Legend sighed, frowning as he stared at his lap. “It’s not your fault,” he finally replied.

“Still, I’m sorry you had to go through that,” the traveler continued softly. “It sucks.”

The Veteran snorted despite himself. “Yeah,” he agreed, cracking a tiny smile. “It does. But I don’t think I regret it because I got to meet all of you. That’s better than existing in a dream world.”

“...Really?” Hyrule wondered, tilting his head. “You think so?”

Legend smiled, nodding slowly. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I do.”

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