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She had been happily singing all morning, another almost full book of copied drawings of birds resting in her lap. This morning has so far been one of her favorites- Everyone but Olai was home, she drew another penguin, and Pedri was patiently listening to her somewhat original song.  ❝                 When I am Queen, Pedri Pedri, You'll be my King.   Who told me so, Pedri Pedri, Who told me so? I told myself, Pedri Pedri, I told me so. ❞ She glanced up from the page of penguins to look at Pedri, and grinned at the dragonflies perched on the crown of fake flowers she had made for him. ❝ . . . Once I’m better, I promise we’ll find Wrathia. It just        might take a little bit. ❞

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hishubris

❝ Did     Did you see that door just open a little? Odin? Odin no. No we aren’t going into the spooky room. Don’t do it      Don’t       OBEAN           ❞

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herentry

❝ I don’t understand why you expected to see real guns at a tea party. ❞

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herentry

❝ It’d be easier if I was dead, wouldn’t it? You wouldn’t have to go on missions to bring medicine or extra food or anything. I wouldn’t be a useless burden. ❞

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❝ You have your own gun. Leave my weapons alone. I can’t damage them before my next mission with Odin, or Olai won’t be happy. ❞

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hispreachings

It seemed ridiculous that a follower of TITAN was helping someone like her, though Odin said he was trustworthy       and anything Odin said had to be right. She stared at stolen medicine bottles scattered across a table as she sat up in the new hospital bed, absentmindedly braiding wires together.  Her train of thought was broken by someone walking into her room, causing a smile to appear. Magpie viewed her doctor almost as a brother. He seemed to genuinely care for her health, talked to her frequently, and made sure she never ran out of songs to sing. 

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nanezganii

❝ Why do you torture him? I understand you have some big goal, but is this the best way to go? ❞ Formerly idle fingers continue braiding wires into a necklace of sorts, her gaze fluttering between the spirit and her work.