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Nothing.
So it becomes an isolated loss?
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Nothing.
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You'd like to think that.
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Everyone not participating?
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*Shrugs*
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-Spectre- My entire magical system is built on order and organisation. My soul was so organised that it didn't need a colour. I'm fairly certain my face is organised.
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That explains why your magic is weak.
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-Spectre- Organised things work better than the same things, disorganised. Ergo, I entirely disagree.
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Can you contact the person who has Agnis?
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-Canon- Sure. It's Agitha, in her forest as usual.
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Could you see how Agnis is doing?
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-Canon- Sure. I'll take Spirit to her as well; he needs some work. You and Spectre can banter your way back to the city.
-Spectre- Happily. Just after we take care of this deadly poison.
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I am not a healer.
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-Spectre- I mean the possibly deadly possible poison on the ground right here.
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*Sighs and looks at a planet with water on it and then back to Clarice's room*
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*The paper still lays on the ground, in front of the door*
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*Ends up walking past it and picks it up*
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*the folded paper has a date scribbled on it, one that was long before both of our parents were gone*
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*Frowns*
Clarice, did you drop this?
*Opens it*
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Clarice: *no sound comes from my room*
*it reveals a copy of a family photo. Everything looks fine on it, until you come to Clarice. Her face is crossed out in pen*
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...
*Looks at it confused*
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Clarice: *some sound within my room resumes, as if im working on something*