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semi-closed;

WHO: Ken + castmates/housemates and CR; planned threads
WHERE: Nonah#005, De Chima#001, and various places as needed
WHEN: May 19th to perhaps the 24th
WHAT: the aftermath of this and reconnecting with friends
WARNINGS: like last time, talks of death and suicide and shit

i: Nonah #005; (the prompt is for the 19th, but other days work too)
On the 18th, he left with a note on the refrigerator that he was sleeping over at a friend's with Koromaru and wouldn't be home that day. That, he thought, might keep his housemates from worrying when he didn't show up that night. But Ken ends up home anyway, much later into the night, with a certain blue-haired man in tow, and he curls into bed and falls asleep almost immediately then. When he wakes up, it's past noon and he has a headache but he's feeling oddly refreshed.

There are things he lied to his housemates about. There are things he wants to ask them, and clear up. He doesn't feel like putting on clothes so he just throws his jacket on over his pajamas and steps out of his room. It's a weekday, so he doesn't know who's going to be home, but he has plenty of time. Whenever he comes across someone who's at the house, he shuffles over to them, hesitating just once before mumbling: "Can I sit with you?"

ii: De Chima #001
After the talks at Nonah have been had, De Chima is his next stop. He isn't sure how far the news had spread, if it had at all, but he's sure he'll find out once he's there. It's daunting, but it's hardy the scariest thing he's dealt with at this point... right?

Lies. Facing his friends is the scariest part. Scarier than running off alone with a knife in his pocket and no idea where to go. He's absolutely terrified of confronting them, even if there's a voice in his head whispering that it really wouldn't be a confrontation. It doesn't help the nervous twisting in his gut, though, so he clutches the straps on his backpack as he enters the house.

And the nervousness is overwhelming. He can hardly handle it. It's to the point that the moment he runs into anybody at De Chima #001 and they so much as greet him, he jumps and lowers his head and immediately blurts out a hurried, "I'm sorry!" ... Sorry about that.

iii: a text message
And maybe you're not at either of those houses when he is and Ken still wants to see you, or he feels like going somewhere that's not the houses to talk with you. In such a case, there will be a text from Ken to you, short and to the point. He'd make it more specific, maybe explain more, but he ended up getting nervous and sending it off quickly so the actual message ends up saying nothing more than:

Can we meet up somewhere?

((ooc; I'll likely also make this a catch-all for Ken stuff during June, so if you'd like to do something with him, whether it's about the above stuff of anything else, feel free to shoot me a message at

squigstuff!))

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It is the sort of thing you tell people, Ken, because if we knew, maybe we could've helped talk you through it. [He pauses.] We still can. I know Minato and Akihiko catching you doesn't just mean that all this -- all these feelings just disappear.

[He can grasp that much by now, at least. He doesn't move from his crouch yet, and this way, he's the one looking up to Ken, like he's perched beside an altar. He glances down, nail absently scratching against a piece of lint on the couch cushion.]

Did something change? What made you decide to do it?

[More than anything, it's that question he dreads the most. Because being asked why, being reminded of why he made that decision, is also a reminder of how reluctant he had also been of it. He was more scared of living than he was of dying. He thought about it every day, almost desired it. But still, but here... ]

Because I didn't want to do it. [The answer is quiet, mumbled, and he knows it doesn't make sense on its own. He still doesn't meet Jaime's eyes.] Because, for the first time, I thought the trip would be fun. I like the people I live with. I... I have friends, now. And I thought-- I... [He found himself not wanting to do it. He found himself wanting to forget, to do things, to meet people, to live and the realization had dropped a cold, heavy rock in his stomach.]

I'm not supposed to have any of this.

[Jaime's breath catches in his throat, because of all answers Ken could have given him, this is by far the most heartbreaking one -- and one he didn't expect. He thought that Ken had been festering in his own guilt and depression (not entirely untrue), but it had never occurred to him that anyone would want to take their own life because they were learning how to be happy.

He's glad that Ken's not looking him in the eye now, because there's no way to hide his initial reaction to that, how his mouth drops open, how he looks absolutely crestfallen at the very thought of it. Jaime tries to imagine it for a second, thinking I don't deserve this, and going out there with a box cutter, and... and...

And he can't imagine it. He can't put himself in Ken's shoes for even a second, because if there's ever been one thing that he's wanted, it's to live until the opportunity to is taken from him. He understands willingly giving your life to something bigger, but for happiness? Out of guilt? Can he really help someone he can't understand?]

Oh... Ken. [He rises from his crouch, just a little, tugging Ken into the biggest bear hug he can muster. It's the only thing he can think of right now, and besides, he wants to hug him. He just looks so young curled up like that, even younger than Jaime knows he is.]

I don't know if you'll believe me this time, but you are. You're supposed to have all this, and more. You're supposed to be able to be happy.

[He hears Jaime speak, and he feels him move, but he doesn't see what's coming next until it's there, arms wrapping around him and his body getting tugged forward until it's crushed against the other's. Surprised, he looks up in alarm and all he sees is the side of Jaime's head and his shoulder, black hair nearly poking him in the face.

This is the second time, he finds himself thinking as the initial surprise fades, that someone hugged him since he came here. The thought arrives with a pang as he thinks, yet again, that he doesn't deserve to have this. Jaime is warm and and he feels a burning in the corners of his eyes as he listens to him, as the word happy pierces him and he's so keenly aware of how much he does want this.

He wants to go on that trip. He wants to see this country. He wants to sit in a car with the people he's come to be friends with and he wants to watch Hiro and Tadashi be a family. He wants to see Akihiko and Shinjiro bickering like they always used to. He wants to glance over and find Minato asleep through all the noise. He wants to learn about all the things Jaime told him about. But how could he? After all that he did and all of the pain he caused?]

It's my fault. It's my fault, [he whispers.That Shinjiro is dead. That Akihiko lost him. That Mitsuru did, that Koromaru, and everybody else did. He was the traitor. And yet, Minato said he'd forgiven him. Akihiko still spoke to him. Shinjiro treated with the same awkward kindness he always did that Ken had so stubbornly refused to acknowledge. If only he had opened his eyes sooner. He can't stop himself from starting to shake, sitting there wrapped in Jaime's arms.] I was the one who was supposed to die that night.

No you weren't. No one was supposed to die that night, Ken. That's not how it works.

[That much, he can be sure of. If death worked in understandable, cohesive ways, things would be a lot easier, but they can't make sense of death in that way. Sometimes, people die. It can be of old age or tragedy, an accident or something of their own doing, but it happens.

He feels the way Ken begins to shake and holds on a little tighter, as if to reassure Ken that he's still there.]

And it's not your fault either. The only person whose fault it is is the guy who pulled the trigger, not you for being there, and not Shinji for jumping in. I promise, it's not. If Shinji doesn't think it's your fault, then who're you to say it is?

We were there because I was going to kill him.

[And that made all the difference as far as Ken was concerned. He knows that it was Takaya who pulled the trigger. Ken has never fired a real gun in his life. He knows he didn't shoot the gun. But he did intend to kill Shinjiro, and he called him out there, away from the rest of the team and endangering them, too, leaving them short two team members on the night of a strong Shadow. That was all the difference between him, with his plotted murder, and Shinjiro, who never meant to kill his mother. How Ken saw it, that ill intent he had held far more weight than what actually happened, and no amount of regretting can undo that or change it. It was a part of him.

And the resentment grows, crushing him tightly in its angry fist. In this moment, directed toward himself as he squeezes his eyes shut and just sits there and he's aware that he isn't trying to push Jaime away. He doesn't deserve this, he shouldn't allow this, this was exactly what Crane meant and this was exactly what he should be distancing himself from. He shouldn't be doing this. He peels his lips apart to remember to breathe.]

If I hadn't, if we stayed with everyone, it wouldn't have happened. I knew all along -- Aragaki-san wasn't the killer I thought he would be. He helps everyone, he's nice to everyone, he saved me from Shadows a lot, too. I knew that, but I pretended I didn't because I was scared. [He raises his hands to try to push at Jaime, small hands against the front of his shirt, but the shove is weak and hardly there and he just ends up holding on to the fabric as he drops his head to his shoulder. The words start spilling out, and he doesn't know how to stop them.] I was scared because I thought the revenge was all I had. I had nothing else left. I don't have any family or a home to go back to. I was-- I was scared of being alone and I took it out on him, when maybe all we had to do was just talk.

[Because he got dumped in Nonah, and Koromaru stayed with him. Because Shinjiro found him there and offered him help, and Akihiko dropped everything to join them when he got called. Because Minato came looking for him and pinned the armband to his sleeve, promising him that he was still part of the team. Because it was so obvious how wrong he was, but his ignorance and blindness cost someone his life and everyone else a friend. He hears all the good things people have to say about Shinjiro, and he sees the way he interacts with those people, and every time it reminds him of what could've been if only he had made the right choice. He couldn't stand it.]

Because of me, this is the only chance he gets anymore. Because of me... I shouldn't be here. I'm just in the way.

[Jaime's grip relaxes for a moment as Ken ineffectually shoves at him, but it hardly registers as anything but resistance to him. He's not about to hug the kid when he doesn't want the human contact, but once Ken's head drops onto his shoulder, he eases himself back into it, one hand resting soothingly on his back.]

You're never in the way, Ken. None of us have ever thought of you that way, I promise. We'd miss you an awful lot. [He laughs, a tiny, sad sound.] Who's gonna keep me company doing the shopping if you bail out now, huh?

[It's a stupid thing to say, he's sure, but it's the only thing that popped into his mind. The thing about survival isn't that you have to be around to do the big things, to defeat the Shadows, to save people... those are all short-term goals. They have to stick around for tiny things too. For late nights playing video games with their friends, and for dragging themselves to work, for stupid text messages at 3 AM, and for planning stupid outings with too many people. That's got to be what they live for.

Right?]

The only person who thinks you're in the way is you, Ken.

[Somewhere in his mind, in the part of it that processes insignificant, unimportant thoughts, Ken thinks to himself that Jaime is a lot better at hugs than Minato. But he doesn't count that as a flaw on Minato's part; it just reminds him that Jaime must be familiar with them, whether it's receiving or giving, and there's a sadness that wells up in him as he thinks that only two years ago, he was more similar to Jaime than he had been to Minato, or Shinjiro, or anybody else from SEES. He missed that more than anything, and he's worn out and exhausted and he presses himself more against his friend's shoulder.]

I know that.

[He did. All of his friends were kind. They accepted him, and included him, and they came to his aid whether he asked for it or not. And that's what hurts, isn't it? To know how good they are to him and yet -- and yet, rather than accept those things in return he sought vengeance and violence, and he doesn't know when, but he started to feel like he was lying to them, using them and their kindness to act like what he had done was forgivable when it really, really wasn't. In my view, this is to assuage your innermost fears - that you're not a good person, that you're evil, and that you deserve to die for what you've done.]

I'm sorry, [he blurts out, but he's not sure what he's apologizing for this time.] I'm sorry, Jaime-san.

You don't have to keep apologizing, Ken. It's not... it's not about what you did anymore. It's about what you're going to do now.

[He's not going to say that Ken did nothing wrong. He did. He kept quiet, kept all of this time, and had let it get so bad that he allowed himself to be blinded to how much the people around him truly cared for him. But there's a difference between doing something wrong, and something being your fault.

And it's not Ken's fault, not truly. It's the fault of the people who were supposed to care for him, every counselor and teacher he had met after his mother's death, every family member that had failed to step up, and now... now, he supposes, partly their fault. It's up to them to take what's gone wrong, and fix it the best they can.

He doesn't know how. A part of him is considering it already, formulating lists in his head. (Books, there has to be books on it, his Google history for the next few days -- "how to talk about suicide", "when a child is suicidal", "dealing with grief", "dealing with suicidal thoughts", what else can he search?)]

Have you thought much about that? Because you don't need to apologize, but what we - [we, he thinks to himself, keep on saying we] - do next is gonna be real important.

[Almost completely buried in Jaime's arms and still pressed up to his shoulder, Ken shakes his head.

He hasn't. Not about anything since October 4th. He woke up every day and followed a schedule set for him, by school and Koromaru's needs and whatever SEES was up to that particular day. He went to sleep each night only knowing what was necessary, but he hasn't thought about what lay ahead of him since that day. What is he going to do next? 'Not killing himself' seemed high enough a hurdle, trying to form decisions around the idea of living instead of dying. The trip ahead of them, middle school... talking to Shinjiro? Will he be able to do that? Is he allowed to?

It scares him. He thinks about it and all he sees is dark, and Darkness always left him feeling sick and aching afterwards.]

Nobody believed anything I said, back home. None of the doctors or the police. It was written off as a car accident. And I-- I thought I had to do it alone. [He was certainly told to do so, last month.] But I don't know what to do anymore, from here.

Well, one thing you don't have to do is face it alone. We all know what really happened back then, and if you tell us that you need help, or that -- that you're having these thoughts or whatever, we'll believe you. But you need to do that, you understand Ken? Anytime you need, you talk to someone instead of running off.

[Maybe they don't know what to do either, but at least he would be with someone else who could make sure Ken didn't do anything he didn't live to regret. How does a kid recover from something like this? He wonders. Can Ken recover, with just them around to help him?]

If you let me, I can help you figure it out. One step at a time, okay?

[His hands tighten in the fabric Jaime's shirt. It wasn't easy to think about. About going to seek help, about admitting that he needed any. He handled a lot on his own these past two years, and the feeling of utter wrongness about not doing so sticks to his mind stubbornly.]

You're sure this is okay? [In lots of ways, Crane was right about him. He sought these people's approval. He was desperate for it. He was desperate not to be left alone. So unsure about his own beliefs, he clung to their words. If Jaime said this was okay, and Minato did, and Tadashi did too, then...] That I can-- I'm not... using you guys?

The only way you'd be using us is if we didn't want to do it. All you're doing is taking us up on an offer.

[Jaime's hands slide away from Ken's back to grip at both of his arms, looking down at what is, at the present, a decent view of the top of the poor kid's head. Ken might not be up to eye contact at this very moment, but he just wanted to take a look at his face, see how he's taking it -- as if the way his hands have a death grip on his shirt isn't indication enough.]

And I'm offering. I'm offering now, and I'll offer again, and if you ask me six months from now, I'll still be offering. You can always come and talk to me, or ask me for help, even if it's for something you think is dumb.

[It's all flippy hair that's droopier than when they first met; it had grown and gotten heavier. Three months since arriving here, and a haircut has been the last on his list of priorities. There are knots here and there where the strands curl and tangle, and he hasn't combed it very carefully today. It wasn't really on his mind.

But while Ken is definitely not letting go of Jaime's shirt yet, he's not against looking up. He felt him move and curiosity still manages to nudge at him, and he peers at him, not realizing Jaime's trying to get a look at his face, too. He's tense, eyebrows knitted together and his lips pressed together in a frown, but his eyes are dry. Crying doesn't come that easily.]

... Can you stay for a while?

[Jaime looks down at Ken, sympathy in his eyes. It's odd, how Ken can look so troubled, but he's still not crying. Jaime will probably cry when he goes home, but he's always been a crybaby, he supposes. It would probably be good for Ken to cry, to just let it all out, but maybe not here, and maybe not with him. He hopes that when he finally breaks, it's around someone, someone who will give him a hug and tell him it's going to be okay despite all evidence to the contrary.

He leans forward a little again, hand rising to absently flatten down Ken's hair, comb his fingers through the tangle of it, like he remembers his mother doing when he was young. These days, she'd have to reach up to do it.]

'Course I can. I'll stay for as long as you want. Sometimes... sometimes it helps just to have someone to sit beside, I think. It always helps me.

[It's an invitation, albeit a subtle one; if Ken just needs to be around someone, he needs to know that it's okay to reach out. It's not as if Jaime doesn't do the same thing in his own way, texting Booster to go out on patrol, or watching a movie with Traci, or coming over here so Shinji can sit there and grunt reassuringly as they vent out any excess aggression from their day over video games they suck at.

You need those people, sometimes.]

[There's a tug at his hair, the press of a hand over it, and similar to how Jaime mimics the gesture from his mother, it reminds Ken of his own. Funny, because Jaime's nothing like his mother but he was usually the one who did things to remind him of her, whether it was talking about his own or doing things like this. He thought he was all cried out after doing so with Minato, but his eyes widen just a little as Jaime pets his hair and he feels a tightening in his chest that's reminiscent of that urge. He doesn't, but it's there, and it's curious to him how this warmness tempts him more than any of this talk about death.

He takes a slow, shaky breath at Jaime's agreement and nods. He lets go of his shirt but it's only to wrap his arms around him instead, hesitantly just like the last time when it was with Minato, but this isn't a gesture Ken's completely unfamiliar with; he still remembers from the days he had with his mother.]

... I have a lot of people here. [That's the truth. He knows that if he wanted, all he would have to do is ask someone just like he asked Jaime today and they would be here. Not just because he was a child. Not just because he was SEES. Those were reasons too, but more than that, because they considered him a friend. Here, he wasnt alone, and even if that made him as nervous as being alone frightened him, he knows that it's true. And perhaps, if he could get himself to accept it, he wasn't alone back in Iwatodai either. Maybe only Fuuka might express it, but they were worrying about him too.]

I worried a lot of people, [he mumbles, muffled against Jaime's shirt.] I'm sorry.

It's okay, [Jaime says, and he's getting the sneaking suspicion that he'll be hearing a lot of apologies in the future. He keeps up the motion, soft and soothing. What sort of reactions did he get from everyone else? He wonders. They're all good, kind, decent people, but none of them are what he would call demonstrative in their affections. They're people to talk to, and he's certain that Minato at least has given Ken a hug, but...

Jaime knows himself well in some ways, and he's a complete mystery to himself in others. One way that he does know himself, though, is that he's a good listener. People have accused him of being too soft for his own good sometimes, but here and now, Ken could use a soft place to fall. He doesn't know how to deal with a kid going through grief, or a kid going through thoughts of suicide. He really doesn't.

He can listen, though, and he can be here for him. Maybe combined with everyone else, it will be enough.]

You're right, though. You worried a lot of people here, but only because you have a lot of people who care about you here. You just gotta learn how to care about yourself too.

[For Ken, who had been convinced that he would have made everybody angry, that he was causing trouble by being there or by leaving, Jaime's reaction is almost overwhelming. Even just being accepted back into their lives was surprising to him, so Minato's quiet but intense concern, Akihiko arriving to drag him back at all -- those are more than he anticipated, and he'll later admit that that made him happy enough. He hardly knows what to expect from people who aren't his mother. Maybe it's not the sort of 'affection' most people would show, it was a lot for him. It was better than what he had before: a dorm with children he couldn't relate to and a meager allowance to survive by every month, and no adult to even tell him when his feet had grown too big for his shoes. The shoelaces snapped back in September, and it wasn't until the store clerk told him that he realized it was a size too small.

Here, he would probably be able to find someone to tell him that, and someone who'll come along with him to help him pick out a new one. That difference is startling, and he's always surprising himself with the realizations. But right now, he listens. He listens, and he thinks, and as the confusion rises in him again, he voices it because he believes that Jaime will try to answer.]

How does someone care about themselves?

[Do you do something? Do you have to be super aware of it? Ken recognizes caring about others -- he still remembers when Minato got kidnapped -- but how do you do that for yourself?]

Oh. Um... well, it's not always an easy thing, I don't think. It's easier for some people than others.

[Does Jaime care about himself? He certainly thinks he does, in every way that counts. It's a hard thing to define, or to put his finger on. For Ken's sake, though, he'll try to sort it out. It's the sort of question better suited to the more philosophical among them, and that's something Jaime's always failed at, truth be told.]

You need to take care of yourself, for one. Don't let yourself go without stuff that you wouldn't want other people to go without, even if that's just some time to relax, or having someone else to talk to.

[That's a start, isn't it? It's not really about caring about himself, but he finds himself thinking about the Scarab, and his long journey from being an object to becoming his own, independent person. It's a lot easier to suss out that way, which would be telling for someone a bit more perceptive than Jaime. As it is, he just serves as a fitting example.]

You need to remember to give yourself a second chance too, I guess.

[That's a fatal mistake most if not all members of SEES makes. They all, intentionally or not, tend to provide for one another what the others need while being oblivious to or blatantly ignoring themselves and their needs. For Ken, he had squashed any thoughts about his needs ages ago. A home and a loving family may have been at the top of that list before, but he crossed them out after accepting that they were things he'd never have, after realizing that whoever it was that accepted custody of him had written him away at the first chance they were given. Instead, he thinks, his mind had created Nemesis, someone he could use to project his anger into. But he had been alone then, and now he isn't.

Now, would Nemesis help him if he called for her to protect somebody with? He remembers Minato, lying on the couch after his return from wherever he was. He thinks about Shinjiro, who had a chance here. About Akihiko, who had pushed aside his mourning for that chance he had. And what about him? What had he done? What could he do? He thinks about Jaime and how he had talked about his family before, and how he had thought that people like Jaime, people like him who had that sort of happiness nobody in SEES had, were the very people they were fighting to protect.]

It makes sense, but it's not easy to understand. [He thought he had his chances. He had been aware of what he had -- friends, people who took care of him -- and he pushed that away because he thought he didn't deserve it. He can try to accept that, now, but it wouldn't be easy to do it for his own sake.]

But before -- when I first arrived, I talked to Minato-san, and he said I could find a direction. I got confused. I thought even that was more than I deserved. But if I'm gonna live, if I'm gonna do this, I have people that I want to protect here. And I... I can't do that if I'm not alive.

That's a good start.

[Is it really? Jaime's not actually sure. It sounds suspiciously like living for someone else. What happens once everyone graduates and Ken's left alone in some strange dorm again, surrounded by strangers that know nothing of what he's done, what he's been through, and more important, won't understand? It's years in the future, but his chest still tightens a little just thinking about it. They've talked about it before, certainly, but hadn't come to any sort of satisfactory conclusion.

Finally, he lets go of Ken's head, leaning away a little bit, but he makes no move to rise from his crouch.]

So... protecting people. That's what's important to you, right? Not just your friends, but people in general?

I don't know... about people in general.

[If someone was in danger, or they needed help, Ken knows he will drop what he's doing to help them. But whether that was because there was some sort of philanthropist in him or he just had that sense of righteousness, he doesn't know. It could be neither. It could be both. But it'll be nice, he thinks, if Jaime could be right.]

But I want to protect Hiro and Tadashi-san. And Aragaki-san, Koromaru, Sanada-san, and you... Minato-san said he would guard me, but I- I want to protect him, too. Especially after what happened. They're all strong people, but that doesn't mean they don't need help. If I can do it, and they'll let me stay by them. [With Jaime pulling back even a little, Ken's arms are too short to stay around him so he lets them fall, a little, still linger by the fabric of his shirt.]

It's hard to grasp the idea of 'people' because there are so many. Fighting to end the Dark Hour, to save the people who're affected by the Apathy Syndrome. This war. I don't really get that, but I -- if I can, I want to protect you guys. Just like I wanted to protect my mom. I actually know how to, now. I'm stronger than I was when I couldn't protect her.

[I want to protect him too.

That strikes Jaime, hits him right down deep in his gut. No, he realizes. No, no, no, this can't be it, this can't be the reason why Ken moves on, because Ken will fail. Ken has already failed. They can try their best to protect Minato here, but he's already dead. What happens when a soul fixated on finding a reason to live chases after a lost cause?

Why has Ken chosen almost exclusively people who are willing to put their lives on the line to protect? Don't try to protect me either, he wants to tell Ken. I'm the guy who runs towards bombs. God, how does he salvage this?

He can't. Not right now, anyway. He needs... he needs to talk to Minato. Maybe then he can make sense of what to do next.]

Protection has to do with more than just knowing how to be strong. Maybe you can find some direction, some -- some reason that way, you know? Before all this happened, did you ever think about what you wanted to be when you grow up?

[For Jaime's sake, Ken is mostly oblivious to his sudden distress. He knows there are things in the future Minato isn't telling him. There's been a clear reference to what awaits, that when Ken's time ends in this world and he returns to Iwatodai, Shinjiro won't be the last of the tragedies. He knew that. They were all risking their lives here.

It just doesn't occur to him that it could be Minato. He's too scared of losing him to even consider that as more than a possibility he could fight against.]

I... think so, [he answers, vaguely, forming the words slowly and nervously when he realizes he doesn't really remember. He must have. That was a homework assignment of all things. And he liked sports, and he liked the cops in the sentai shows he watched, and maybe he had wanted to be a policeman but he was so disillusioned by them after that. He shakes his head.] I don't really know. I think whatever would've helped me support my mom?

Now, I guess, you'll have to choose a different path.

[He'll be happy if he can keep on doing this, gently pushing Ken to think about living on for the next ten years, not just the next ten minutes. Long-term plans are a pretty good way of doing it, he thinks.]

You could always think about being a cop, or a doctor, or something like that. Those are two different types of protecting people, but both are important, you know?

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THERE IT IS, THE ELUSIVE HUGGING ICON he will hug ALL OF SEES

he's almost there!!

gotta catch 'em all

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