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(Original post edited to serve as archive of full chapter.)
Lyrical Melancholy Chapter 2
"This is not a formal training exercise, but it will still be recorded," Rancer announced.
Reiz stood at attention. Dressed in the standard physical training outfit, she had what Rancer had to admit was a cute and yet comically serious look on her face, like a child playing pretend soldiers. "Yes, sir," she said.
"We're just going to gauge your combat capabilities," Nova said, starting up the Finieno Training Simulator version 2.3. "So don't worry about impressing anyone, and just do your best to pass the scenario."
Midchilda East Base Training Ground D was situated some distance from the administrative buildings, and a long way from any civilian areas. Worn signs with large scary letters over even scarier finely printed legalese warned against using any magic ranked over AA in the area on threat of moderately severe disciplinary action, unlike Training Grounds A and B, which were built for that very purpose and wisely situated even further away from breakable objects like cities.
Three-quarters of the 37th Criminal Investigation And Apprehension unit were gathered at the training ground Home Point, where they had an impressive view of a small cluster of commercial mid-rise buildings materialize from thin air, or at least what passed for thin air from this distance. One building in particular rose above the rest, gleaming in the morning sunlight.
"Your goal will be to infiltrate that tall building, taking care to keep from unnecessarily damaging the infrastructure along the way, retrieve the objective on the top floor, and apprehend the target alive," Rancer said. "There will be enemy drones along the way, and you may take them out at your leisure, but you do not need to defeat all of them to proceed. There will be no time limit, but the longer you take, the more likely it is that the situation may change." He shot a glance at the building in question. "Meaning that Ivey might get bored, and start
"Training limiters have been placed on all participants in this exercise," Nova said, tapping breezily on the console,"but there will be no limit on cartridge use. Take as long as you'd like to get ready, and then we'll begin."
Reiz extended a hand, palm up. On it was a small object the size and approximate shape of a stubby pencil, attached to a chain necklace. "Impulse," Reiz commanded, "set up!"
Rancer nodded. "Good luck."
Reiz clutched her quarterstaff Device, gave him a small bow, and then took a running start before launching herself into the air.
"She's going high," Nova observed. "She's making good time to the target building, even without a flight speed booster spell."
"Probably wanted to get a look around first," Rancer said. "Pardon me, ma'am." He reached over to hit a button, and another screen popped up. "The first of the drones should be closing in on her... now."
Reiz didn't even slow down, as she swung her staff like a bat, and slammed it into the drone's shield, smashing through easily. Two more drones approached her; she rammed one with the butt end of her Device, throwing up a shield to block the shots of the other. Impulse ejected a cartridge shell, and flames erupted from its ends.
"Is it me," Rancer said, as the carnage continued on the screen, "or does it seem odd that Reiz has a Device like Impulse? Is it a personal Device, did she inherit it, or something else I'm missing?"
Nova pulled up another screen. "Well, it is registered to her name, and there were no irregularities found regarding it, but Devices generally don't have a lot of paperwork attached to them. Is there a problem?"
"No, it's nothing, ma'am. Idle curiosity."
Reiz faced the larger, sturdier drones now, and was fending them off with what appeared to be a shield spread across an entire flank. Impulse ate another cartridge as Reiz shouted "
"Mana conversion affinity for fire," Nova noted.
Rancer scratched his chin. "A lot stronger than Ivey's own affinity for ice."
A globe of fire hung in the skies, before suddenly exploding in a wave of smoke. The drones were only singed at most, but their retaliatory beams cut through the smoke without striking anything.
"There she is," Rancer said, pointing. Reiz had simply dropped out of the cloud of smoke she had created as a distraction, and was now just entering the target building, through the front door. A couple of smaller drones attempted to follow, but were destroyed by a gout of flame.
"Switching to indoor observation," Nova said. The screens flickered briefly with static before changing over. "That's odd. There shouldn't be any interference at this range..."
Inside, Reiz had smashed open the elevator doors, checked that the elevator was below her in the basement, and fired a tiny but brilliant point of light upwards, illuminating the shaft. With a cry of "Rocketstream!" she sped upwards, a trail of smoke marking her path.
"The smoke's clearing up a lot quicker than I expected," Rancer noted. "I wonder if that means..."
Reiz reached the top floor, and pried open the doors with Impulse. The retrieval objective, a small black box, stood in the center of a field of debris, apparently unguarded.
Rancer sighed. "I recognize this one."
Nova, frowning: "I didn't expect Ivey to cause such a mess. I suppose this doesn't count against Reiz, but I don't see... oh."
"Exactly, ma'am: Ivey's set up a trap. That's her Dispersion Field causing all the interference, and notice how Reiz's flames aren't as large due to the magical disruption. It's not enough to slow Reiz down, but the temperature in there's dropped significantly, and that has to be distracting, at the least. And that's not all..."
Reiz approached the box slowly, looking around warily for traps.
"Boo," Ivey said.
Reiz spun around, and Ivey would have lost her head if she hadn't ducked in time. "I'll be your dimensional fugitive for today," she sang, swinging her chain Device Mistral lazily. "Catch me if you can."
Reiz took a step backwards instead. "Firewall!"
"Now, that's not very effective," Ivey chided, as the immolating divide shot up between them. "You can't escape with just the- WHOA!" She snapped Mistral forward to deflect a sizeable fireball that shot out of the barrier, and dodged to the side as it was rapidly followed by a flame-wreathed staff strike. Reiz emerged as the Firewall dissipated, her breath clouding in the chilled air, laying onto Ivey's defenses like an enraged ifrit, illuminated by the incandescance of Impulse's ends, as two more empty cartridge shells were spat out onto the floor.
"Remember," Ivey grunted, desperately blocking every attack with Mistral's rapidly-diminishing length, broken links scattering with every hit, "that- ungh! That you're supposed to- ergh, capture me
." She ducked, and touched the floor. "Crystal Patch!"
A sheet of ice appeared beneath Reiz, and she stumbled and fell as her boots unexpectedly lost traction. Ivey springboarded off the wall behind her, somersaulted over Reiz's head, snaked Mistral out, and snagged Reiz's staff out of her hands. "Hah!"
Reiz held out a hand, and Impulse reappeared in it with a flash of flame.
Reiz didn't bother getting back to her feet, but slid forward on her knees, gaining speed. She brought her staff forward, planted it firmly on the ground, and vaulted forward with solid fiery kick on Ivey that broke through Ivey's hasty barrier and sent her flying. Ivey let out a grunt as she impacted against the wall, and looked up to see Reiz level Impulse at her face, the heat waves distorting the air around them.
"Um," Reiz said quietly. "You are, uh, under arrest. Surrender, please?"
Ivey managed a half-grin, as sweat dripped down her face. "Do I get to say a couple of last words before I go?"
Reiz swatted away a blurred projectile, but more were coming, every severed and broken link from Mistral's chain, loosed in the fight and before when Ivey had seeded the area, converging on her, connections forming and strengthening before she could free herself from them. Impulse clattered to the floor, followed by Reiz, now completely wrapped in a cocoon of diamond-hard chains of ice.
"Mmf!" she whimpered, muffled.
"You and me, kid," Ivey muttered, still slumped against the wall, exhausted.
Rancer, now in his barrier jacket, floated up outside the windows. Finding no obvious means of entry, he drew a fist back and shattered a pane with a shielded punch. "The exercise is over," he announced, stepping carefully through the broken shards of glass. He nudged the objective box to the side with his foot. "You did very well, Reiz."
"You're good," Ivey agreed. "Really good."
"Mmf," Reiz opined.
"We'll review the video later, to point out areas to improve upon, but overall, I'd say that I can't find much fault with your tactics or skill. At least, nothing that can't be corrected with what we like to call on the job training, the bitter humour of which I am sure you will discover soon enough."
Rancer sighed. "Ivey, would you kindly remove the chains? I don't think that's very comfortable for Reiz, and she
just have a busy morning."
"Aw, do I have to?" Ivey whined. "She's all nice and wrapped up like a present! It's like cutie takeout!"
Nova had apologetically disappeared on a mysterious errand, and so Rancer was left minding the office while waiting for the other two ladies to finish showering and cleaning up after the exercise.
A flashing light on the desktop comm device indicated an incoming call, voice only, and Rancer patched it through. "37th Criminal Investigation And Apprehension, Captain LaSalle here. How may I help you?"
"Hello, Captain. It's been a long time since we last talked, hasn't it?"
Rancer stared blankly at the comm, before memory flipped a card. "Inspector Acous! It's good to hear from you." Well, not always, since the inspector usually had some request or new information which invariably meant more work for the unit, but at least he was polite about it.
"Well, I've been out of contact for a while, but that's another matter. Anyway, I've just received a copy of the report on site E-203, and I'd like to interview you and Lieutenant de Lorien in person, whenever you're available."
Huh? "Uh, that would be fine, Inspector. If I may ask, though, is it an urgent matter?"
A silvery laugh. "I'm not too sure myself, to be honest, but I would guess that it is rather time-sensitive, to the order of a few months at most, but more likely a couple of weeks. Forgive me for asking an insensitive question, but is the unit combat-ready?"
"Um, Lieutenant de Lorien and I are both fit for duty, but we've just received a new transfer, and we're working on integrating her, so our unit may not be operating at full efficiency."
"That's all right. I'll be at Midchilda East Base some time tomorrow, and- oh, would you mind if I brought along a few friends?"
"Not at all, Inspector."
"Then I'll see you soon. Goodbye."
Now what was
about? Rancer didn't really expect to hear about E-203 again, but apparently three weeks of Intelligence combing over the footage for clues had led... well, probably not nowhere, but there was nothing Rancer could add to the story that wasn't already in his report, and he was reasonably certain Ivey hadn't been holding anything back either.
The door slid open, and Nova waved cheerfully at him. "Was there anything while I was gone, Rancer?"
"Inspector Acous called," Rancer replied. "He wants to talk to me and Ivey. I'm not sure why or what he's hoping to get out of us that we haven't already given, but he's coming tomorrow, with, and I quote, 'a few friends'."
"Friends?" Nova placed a finger on her chin in thought. "I wonder if he means... never mind, we'll be able to see for ourselves soon enough. Is there anything else, Rancer? I remember that you wanted to talk to me about something... and I think I had something I wanted to talk to you about... I wonder what it was?"
"Ah, yes." Rancer took out his personal organizer, and thumbed through the menu. "It's about Reiz's housing situation, ma'am. I haven't been able to find any free single rooms for her, and I'm going through the doubles, but the last room assignments I managed to get were a month old, and a lot seems to have changed since then." Rancer set the organizer to public display. "The problem I'm facing is that I'd rather not have Reiz share a room with anyone too, uh,
, so Ivey is definitely out. But I'm getting a fair amount of pressure, steadily increasing ever since word got around that Reiz is with us, about getting her out of her current temporary quarters so the 344th Battalion can get it back."
"Rooms? Oh! Yes, that was it." Nova beamed. "I ran into Halley on the way back here. You know, Captain Rainier of the 8th Information Archive Retrieval?"
Rancer covered his eyes wearily. "To my unending misfortune."
"Anyway, she mentioned that her partner, May, might be open to the idea of a roommate. It seems that May is now living alone in a double that is technically assigned to us, and Halley was asking if Ivey was up for a move. Something about personalities rubbing off."
"... rubbing off?"
"I'm not sure about it myself. But wouldn't you agree that May would make a good roommate for Reiz, and vice versa?"
Rancer tried to piece together what he knew of May Shelby. "Ma'am, I would postulate that it isn't so much that May is
to the idea of a roommate, but more that it matters not to her whether or not she has one. I doubt Reiz's presence would even register."
"But May wouldn't be considered disruptive, would she?" Nova persisted.
Rancer had to concede the point. May seemed to have only one desire in life, which was to read everything she could get her hands on. Everything else, including other people and communications or presence thereof, faded into irrelevance. It was likely that she noticed the world around her, or she'd be walking into things, but she simply did not
"I'll talk to Reiz and May about it," he said. "In fact, I'll have Reiz meet May in the IAR office after lunch." He considered this. "Scratch that, make it at least a few hours after lunch."
The door opened. "Ya-hooo!" Ivey greeted, striding into the office.
"Um, good day, everyone," Reiz said shyly, trailing along behind her, keeping a respectful distance.
Rancer glared at Ivey. "Did you do anything to her?" he demanded. "In the..." Blush. "In the showers, I mean?"
"Aw, you're so cute when you're embarrassed," Ivey snickered.
"Just answer the question, Ivey."
Ivey flapped her hand in denial. "I didn't touch her, if that's what you're worried about. Heck, Reiz was trying to stay as far away from me as possible, but she was perfectly safe in there."
Ivey put her hands on her hips authoritatively. "It's no fun if there's no challenge!" she declared. "So the safer she seems to be, the more danger she's actually in!"
Reiz squeaked, and hugged her chest.
"Ivey," Rancer sighed, "you are a strange, strange woman."
"May might come across as a little
," Rancer told Reiz, "so try not to be too put out by anything she does. Or doesn't do, for that matter."
"Um," Reiz ventured, "what is Librarian Shelby like?"
Rancer considered this. "Well, if I had to describe her in just a few words, she'd probably be... like a ghost, I would say."
"You'd barely notice her presence in the room, and you might miss her altogether if you aren't paying attention. She'd probably seem more like a fixture than a roommate. I don't think it's even possible to offend her, or at least I don't think it's possible that
could ever offend her, so the question really becomes... ah, we're here."
The 8th Information Archive Retrieval merited a large, roomy office, which did make a rare bit of sense, considering that they were one of the few units based in East which made actual frequent use of their assigned working areas. The 8th IAR were responsible for fielding every inquiry any unit at East may have of the information contained within the Infinite Library, the cleaning up of which was still continuing in accordance with the TSAB's goal of becoming a model, streamlined organization conforming to interplanetary standards. For this reason, the 8th IAR was a longstanding victim of the overall shortage of personnel willing to work with the Infinite Library and its associated units, a job which required patience, obsessive attention to details, and the ability to inhale vast amounts of data and regurgitate it on demand. This tended to leave very little room for social skills.
Reiz stepped hesitantly through the threshold, and looked around the office. Sliding shelves lined the walls five deep, filled from floor to ceiling with data discs. Here and there a shelf held a row of conventional bound books, most of which looked as though they had been written a long time before the TSAB had even existed. The two desks situated in the center of the room were unoccupied.
"There's nobody here," she said.
Rancer tapped her shoulder, and pointed.
May Shelby stood up from her chair in the corner, a paperback book in her hands. The effect would have been extraordinarily spooky if the book had not featured a lurid pink cover and the title of the latest in a popular line of romance novels.
Rancer stared at it. "That's
what you usually read."
May looked at him, her face expressionless.
"Never mind. Uh, this is Corporal Reiz Astra, who joined us about a month back. Reiz, Librarian Private May Shelby. May, did you get the message I sent you earlier today?"
A barely perceptible nod.
"And your response is?"
Rancer turned to Reiz. "You see what you may have to deal with."
Reiz smoothed her uniform out, flustered. She bowed deeply. "Um, pleased to meet you! I'm, uh, you can call me Reiz, and I hope we'll be able to, er, live together? Without any problems, I mean."
"Likewise." May spoke in a monotonous near-whisper, as though she would rather have kept silent.
Rancer stepped back towards the door. "I'll leave the two of you to get acquainted. Reiz, do you need any help in moving your belongings? I can probably rustle up some people who can be trusted to understand the concept of fragile goods."
"Oh, um, I should be fine, sir," Reiz said. "I, um, I don't really have a lot of things, and I should be able to handle it by myself." At Rancer's sceptical expression, she added, "Would it be all right if I called you if I
need help, sir?"
"Anytime you want," Rancer said. "And before I forget, you know what I told you about Ivey? Specifically about not letting down your guard near her?"
"Um, yes sir?"
"Double that if you ever run across Librarian Captain Halley Rainier." Rancer blinked. "Actually, where
"Library," May mumbled.
"What, at the Main HQ? I thought you people had everything set up so that you didn't have to commute back and forth whenever you needed to check something out."
May shrugged. It was as expressive a gesture as was lacking in her tone of voice. "Orders."
Rancer gave up. "Mine is not to question why, especially regarding other departments," he noted, turning to leave. "Reiz, I'm giving you the rest of the day off, so that you can get settled in as soon as possible."
"Thank you, sir."
Now, what else did Rancer have on his desk? He still had to get back to Requisitions about the delay on Reiz's cartridge supply, which would probably involve jumping on someone in the supply chain until they got to work. There was the weekly report on the unit's activities, a couple more follow-up reports on a year-old case which was still stuck somewhere in the judiciary system, and working out some kind of training schedule for Reiz. Come to think of it, maybe he could arrange a mock examination for Reiz to see if he could get her into Officer Cadet training...
It was not a particularly large pile of books, but the sudden impact unsettled the delicate balance and sent them tumbling. Rancer managed to catch the falling books before they hit the ground. He was rather proud of that.
He handed the books back to the woman he had bumped into. "Sorry about that, um..." Vaguely unfamiliar uniform, Sergeant rank insignia, and a very familiar unit patch. "Investigator."
"Oh, no, I'm the one who should apologize. It was my fault." The woman brushed her short hair out of her eyes. "Uh, Captain." She did a double-take. "Captain Rancer LaSalle? Of the 37th CIAA?"
Rancer eyed her warily. "Speaking. Have we met before, Investigator?"
"Oh! No, no, we haven't. I just, um... your reputation precedes you?" the woman said hopefully.
"Look, I really need to go." The woman bowed quickly in apology. "Um, sorry for bumping into you, Captain, and, uh, forget that we met. Please?" She scampered away.
Rancer watched her go. "That," he muttered to himself, "was weird."
Ivey and Nova were at their desks in the 37th's office, typing industriously at their consoles. "Say," Ivey said the moment Rancer stepped through the door, "how do you spell 'illuminate'?"
"With a lot of practice." Rancer spelled it out for her. "Which report is that?"
"The B. Banar case, from about two years back. Records is just about to close the file, and they asked us to write up a final summary." Ivey peered at her screen. "Case number... 0074-10025. Does that ring any bells?"
"Banar, Banar... wasn't that the one with the massive property destruction when the guy overdosed on some weird experimental magic?"
"Hey, we caught him, didn't we?"
he transformed and levelled the shopping mall. We had to write apology letters in triplicate."
"Did you have any problems with May?" Nova asked, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"No, ma'am, it went pretty well." Rancer sank into his chair and started up his work client. As per usual, several messages immediately clamoured for his attention. "I gave Reiz the rest of the day off to move in. Ivey, did you need any input from me for that report?"
"Nah, I'm good."
Rancer started on the messages. Standard base orders, a mass-mailed advertisement for a tax counselling workshop, a forwarded notice from Intelligence on Inspector Acous's upcoming visit... something occured to him. "Ma'am? You mentioned that you ran into Halley earlier today? And she told you about May's room vacancy?"
"I believe I did, yes." Nova smiled. "We didn't have much of a chance to talk in great detail, unfortunately. She seemed rather busy, although she could just have been looking forward to her present duties."
"And did she happen to mention what those duties were?" Rancer asked. "I'm only asking out of what amounts to idle curiosity, I should add. It just seems kind of odd that something could uproot Halley from East Base, even for only a day, to go up to the Main HQ."
Nova pursed her lips in thought. "As a matter of fact, she did mention that she had to deal with some organizational problems in the Infinite Library proper. It seems that the powers that be wished to make use of her perfect recall to... something about misordered books, I think. Halley was not quite clear on that point, although she
make her displeasure known at some length."
"Huh." Rancer laboured at his console for several minutes. "I thought they had the new system or something to stop that from happening. I mean, there's probably a lot of information in the Infinite Library which could help us, like what happened with the JS incident."
"Entirely possible." Nova looked quizzically at him. "You look like something's bothering you."
"Maybe something is." Rancer drummed his fingers on his desk. "Ma'am, do you happen to have a copy of the footage we recorded from site E-203? Or at least some pictures of the writing Ivey and I encountered in the cavern?"
"It's in the classified archives, Rancer. I might be able to retrieve it for access like the last time, but I'll need a reason to do so. Failing that, I suppose they could settle for a plausible excuse."
"Never mind, then. It was just a strange hunch I had; it probably isn't worth the trouble." What had those runes looked like? Reiz had mentioned that they resembled something from Ancient Belka, but weren't
the same... coincidence?
Speaking of which...
Rancer grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper. It
just a hunch, but it would still nag at the back of his mind until he got to the bottom of it...
"Finally done!" Ivey exclaimed, stretching. "Hey, Rancer, wanna go get something to eat? It's just about time to go off-duty."
"In a minute."
"What are you doing anyway?" Ivey wandered over to have a look. "What's that you're writing?"
"Just a few books I should check out." Rancer added a note at the bottom of the list. "I'm pretty sure I got the titles correct, although the authors might be off by a letter or two. At least, the ones which have listed authors."
"They look like books on ancient languages. Still worried about E-203?"
"Inspector Acous is going to be talking to us about it tomorrow," Rancer reminded her. "If we get any new insights on the matter, we should probably let him know."
"Rancer, Intelligence went through the footage with great scrutiny. If there was anything else to find, they'd have found it by now."
"Then why the interview?"
"Because Intelligence works in strange and mysterious ways," Ivey intoned, "and their intentions are utterly ineffable."
Rancer rolled his eyes, letting the matter drop. He turned to where Nova was still typing away. "Ma'am, would you like to join us?"
"Not right now, Rancer. Although, if it's possible, could you come back to the office after dinner? I might have something else I need to discuss with you."
"Of course, ma'am." And then, remembering his earlier promise to Reiz: "I'll try my best to do so, anyway."
"She didn't ask for me," Ivey noted as they walked down the corridors towards the cafeteria.
"It's probably something administrative and boring," Rancer guessed. "Major Alto really should cut down on her workaholism."
"But maybe it's something else." Ivey seemed uncharacteristically serious. "Rancer, I-"
"Don't," Rancer advised her. "Just don't."
Ivey sighed. "Okay."
When Rancer returned to the 37th's office, Nova was still typing away.
"I brought you a packed meal, ma'am," he said, putting the disposable box on her desk. "With all due respect, this cannot be healthy."
Nova gave him a cheerful smile. "Thank you, Rancer. I'm afraid it may be a bit too late to start worrying about my figure, though. Please, have a seat."
"I also have to note," Rancer said, "that I
your second in command, and in all probability I
, in fact, assist you in whatever work you're finding yourself swamped under. Ma'am, you don't have to take personal control of
; the 37th won't implode if you can't accomplish all your work in one day."
"Hm? Oh, it's all right." Nova gestured at the screen carelessly. "This isn't really anything all that important."
"Then why are you still here after hours?" Rancer sighed. "Never mind. Was there something specific you wanted to talk to me about?"
"You'll be meeting with Inspector Acous tomorrow."
"That is correct."
"Are you fine with that?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" It came out harsher than he had intended. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I don't have anything against TSAB Intelligence. They're just doing their jobs, and the people I could conceivably have a right to be angry at were doing their jobs too. And Acous had nothing to do with any of it, so there's really no reason for me to refuse the interview."
"After what happened between you and Ivey..."
"That was in the past. I've gotten over it." Mostly. "Was that all you wanted to see me for, ma'am?"
Nova didn't answer immediately. Instead, she shut down her console, to Rancer's surprise, and leaned back in her chair. She took off her glasses, and rubbed her eyes. "You know," she said wearily, "I think you may be right."
"I am? What about?"
"This isn't healthy for me." She squinted at him; Rancer wondered how nearsighted she was, and how much her glasses corrected her vision. "There's a lot I have to tell you, to be perfectly honest, but I don't know whether this is the right time. So many things... what do you think of Reiz?"
"Huh?" The sudden shift in conversation caught Rancer off-guard. "She's... she's very promising," he said lamely. "I know we haven't seen her in action during an actual mission, but I'm pretty confident that she'll be able to hold her own at the least, and most likely excel beyond anyone's expectations."
"That's very nice. Is that all?"
Nova had deep lavender eyes, but Rancer was accustomed to seeing them behind lenses. He focused on a point slightly to the left of her head. "Well, I'm considering recommending her for officer training. She has the skills for it, and maybe with a few missions under her belt, she'll have the self-confidence to pass the course." Rancer spread his hands. "If you want anything more, ma'am, you'll have to be more specific."
"Hm," Nova said neutrally, "I wonder." She took out a handkerchief and gave her glasses a perfunctory wipe, before putting them back on. Rancer suppressed a sigh of relief.
"Was that all, ma'am?" he asked again.
"For now, maybe. You're free to go." Nova sighed. "I'm just rather concerned about events, all in all. It's not something I can pin down, but this whole E-203 business gives me an unpleasant feeling."
"You worry too much, ma'am."
"No," Nova disagreed, "I don't think I worry enough."
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