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He seemed confused. "Really?"
She laughed out loud, delighted. "I'm sure."
"It's their worst crime."
She hesitated. "We can probably repair them. It's just... the emotional damage..."
"She's a little intense," he allowed. "But she has a good heart."
She huffed. "Well, we're all in Hell, now, folks. Get used to being heathens."
"Very soft. The Pillagers make gloves out of them. It breaks my heart."
"I know," she said, looking concerned. "She passed out on the way over to my house. Some others found her and brought her to me and I managed to...
"Wow. I thought you were joking."
"Don't you agree Warner?"
His expression softened. "Yes."
"Sam," the Alyndar said gently, coming over to him. "Are you alright?"
"That... that is what's happening. You're a friend of my sister?"
"What a cool kid."
"Rabbit."
A thrashing red orb flew from his lips and he was in control again. The Alyndar held it in her hands, crushing it slowly.
"We did indeed."
"Finally."
He grinned. "Yellow."
Instantly, the cage in his mind melted and the spirit began to fade.
