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This is Maketh Tua. State your business.

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And Iamarl's.

[Even if it was only for a little while, Maketh got to meet her. She lets out a slow breath.]

I think we will be all right, brother. Not today. But in time.

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[Henry tips his head back, silent for a moment. Maybe. Maybe.

If nothing else, he is weary to the bone of dishonouring Iamarl's memory. He is done.

And what is a Percy without hope? Esperance.]

So we shall be, sister.