The messages had been coming far more seldom than they used to, and to my annoyance I was still checking my pipbuck every chance I could get. Did it even still work? Was there no signal anymore? The stupid hunk of metal had been the latest model of its time, it better damn well still work. It wasn't like I was going to get a repair pony out here that would know how to fix it. Five years it had worked, why wasn't it working now?!

What messages I did receive were short, and unfeeling. Try as I might I was oblivious to what most ponies would figure to be common sense at this point. None of the messages I received really told me anything of merit. Regardless every night I would lay down, and hoof-pick at buttons to write out my own message that I had been sending for the last two years in his absence.

How and what I was doing, the ponies I had met, where I was, my opinions and theories...

How much I missed him, so very very much.

For an entire month I had been sending these messages without reply now. I could feel the desperation like an open wound, constant and painful, and still I refused to believe otherwise. All I wanted to do was have a little faith, was that really too much for a pony to ask for? It wasn't until one night, after sending another message that was far more pathetic sounding that I would have liked (everypony has their bad days) did I finally get my reply. It summed the ending up for me fairly quickly.

To simplify, I had asked over and over, in one way or another:

What did I do wrong? What do you want me to say? - BE.

...why? - BE.

The last message I received read as followed:

You're just not good enough for me, and I just don't care anymore. - RS.

We had been walking for little more than an hour I guessed, it wasn't like I was actually able to tell a definite amount of time out here. With the sun out of sight per the usual on the surface, all I could really tell was day, night, and twilight. Eventually the gray of the morning had turned brighter, so I was guessing it was nearing the afternoon.

Karma and I hadn't really been speaking that much, while I let her take the lead ahead of me. Most I had got were warnings of holes to step around or over, other than that she had stayed fairly silent. She still had the hood of her ragged outfit down, making it look like some poor excuse of a cloak that dragged slightly behind her. Shuffling her shoulders every once in awhile, my rifle bag would be adjusted to a more comfortable position on her back, the ends of the machines poking out next to her head.

Lifting my right wing I attempted the same shuffle, wondering if I should have just worn the armor instead. But I had the conclusion that judging Karma's decision before would not have been in my own best self interest. We would be parting ways soon, and the last thing I wanted to do was irritate the mare.

Our quiet journey was starting to leave me feeling unnerved though. I had known for so far that Karma was quiet from time to time, but with leaving soon, I felt the urge to try to have a last conversation with her.

"So, where will you and the group be headed to next?" I finally inquired while quickening my hooves just enough to come around to her side. My question seemed to slightly startle her out of her own thoughts as her head turned slightly in my direction to regard me with a wide eye before quickly catching herself.

"To the next salvage spot I suppose, and then to a place we can trade, the usual." She huffed out between steps. Afterwards she decided to look back forwards where we were headed. "Its just how we do things."

"Well, I am almost jealous...even if you do have to loot old world stuff, I bet you find lots of interesting things." I attempted to further the subject.

"Mmhmm..." Was all I got in response from her. Well, that was a failed attempt.

I was at a loss of words for awhile after that. She seemed more preoccupied with her own thoughts rather than speaking to me. Oddly enough, this bothered me a bit more than it should have I think. I was going home soon, why should anything else bother me? But the mare was very obviously keeping something from me. I was a very observant pony if nothing else in my personal opinion.

"Look there." Surprisingly she was the one to speak next, dragging me back to the moment as I looked in front of us in the distance. Far ahead, I saw what looked to be the remains of a tower, well, half of it. What was left of the tower didn't even touch the clouds.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" I muttered to myself more than to her, before realizing I had vocalized my question. Just as before, I didn't want to annoy her, but...damn if the place didn't look ragged even from this distance.

"I'm sure. Just because the top half of the tower is gone doesn't mean the lower half's controls aren't in place anymore. All you will be doing is putting out any sort of signal and they'll catch onto it quick. Its not like they aren't looking for you, remember." She answered my question with another while turning her head about to look at me fully.

"Yes I remember, they just don't know all the truth yet. I'll get this sorted out." Attempting to give her a confident tone, which she ended up rolling her eyes at before looking forwards again.

"Sometimes, the truth doesn't help no pony."

...well then.

The tower had grown closer the further we went, and just as I knew that eventually we would be parting ways, Karma stopped, which almost ended up with me bumping into her backside as I had re-taken my place behind her while we walked at some point. Furthering conversation after our last talk had seemed rather mi-nute.

She stood looking at the broken down tower for a bit longer before finally slowly turning around to face me. Looking between one another for a few silent seconds, the knife that could be used to cut it would have had to been very sharp.

"Well, I guess...Thanks, for everything, I mean." Stumbling across my words I rubbed a hoof over the back of my mane. I was so pro at goodbyes, sarcasm intended.

"No need for thanks. It is what ponies should do, helping one another. Despite their differences." Her reply strangely held a mild tone, as if she were doubting her own words. Something told me that wasn't quite the case though.

"Yeah, well...Maybe we'll see each other again sometime." I held out my hoof to her, trying to again give her that confident attitude with a smile.

She didn't reply at first, simply looking down at my hoof for a few seconds before looking back up at me. Her stoic expression slowly shifted with a small smile, lifting her own hoof and softly bumping it against my own. Afterwards she shifted her head and shoulders around to remove my rifle pack, helping me to place it on my free side so that I now had both my armor and weapons in tow.

"Good luck, Cloud Nine." She said quietly, before stepping fully behind me to make her way back to town.

I opened my mouth to say something, but...nothing else really came to me. So instead I gave her a sturdy nod and slowly stepped around her, looking up at the tower as I made my way forwards, trying to go over in my head exactly what in Equestria I was going to do to get a message up to my comrades. It wasn't like I had ever been in one of these things before, even though we had been taught plenty about them before...

Wait a sec.

"Hey! You never told me..." I had turned quick enough to catch her as she left, but instead I just found myself staring out at the wasteland behind me. She was no where I could see. Twisting my head left and right only left me with my current surroundings, and as far as I could tell, I was now alone.

"...your real name." Pony-feathers.

Eventually I came to the base of the tower. It had some point been surrounded by a fence, but half of that was long gone by now. Only thing left standing were partial metal rods sticking here and there out of the dirt, along with the poles that had been used to hold the obstruction up. Luckily, what had been left of the gate simply wasn't there anymore at all, and I was able to easily trot right into the main compound. I use the word compound now only because it was just then that I noticed the tower had been connected to a small warehouse looking building with most of its windows either missing, or completely blocked by dirt blown through the wind over a few centuries.

I felt the main warehouse doors should be ignored, so instead I went up to a small doorway that looked like it had at some point been sliding doors, with one of the doors only being slightly intact as it stuck out halfway from the wall while the other I guessed had made a forever home in the other side wall. It left the doorway easily passable with the open space, and so I stepped inside carefully, pausing just over the threshold.

Inside seemed simple enough. A desk in the middle of the floor circled around as the main welcome area, atop it held two computers, both with their screens broken out. Stepping forwards as if I was some long-ago visitor I leaned over in curiosity to see what else the desk held. Pencils, pen, paper and magazines I couldn't read any longer, and to my surprise a tiny snow globe, still amazingly intact.

Rearing up on my front hooves to lean over the counter I stretched a wing over to scoop up the little trinket, bringing it to the top of the welcome desk so I could use that same wing as a feather duster over the shaded by time plastic. Inside was a replica of the tower as it had been in its hay-day, complete with little magical-induced clouds inside it rather than snow. That's prime pegasus design right there.

Oddly, I looked to my left and right, as if there might be any pony actually watching me, before re-scooping up the globe with a grin and pulling my feathers about to shuffle it into a side pocket of my armor bag. What could it hurt?

Giving a small cough to bring myself back to the current situation at hoof, I slowly stepped around the desk to look at the double doorway behind it. With a hoof press it creakily opened up to a longer hallway surrounding by doors leading this way and that. I almost sighed before realizing that the doors were labeled, and thankfully enough the ravages of time had left them mostly intact enough to read. I really wasn't looking forwards to poking a hoof into every room here till I found something useful.

Soon enough, after having passed a lunch area, maintenance room, and restroom I found myself now what I guessed to be the middle portion of the tower. If the machines and the insanely high ceiling had anything to show for it. A circled row of machinery filled the center, while countless panels and screens lined the walls with added keyboards next to each, still waiting for their pegasus team to monitor the weather and give out orders to the different teams controlling the clouds that day long ago.

I frowned on seeing most of the screens dark, or broken, along the walls. But, it was just my luck one screen was just barely flickering with a green glow past the layers of dust that covered it, right in the center of the middle control unit in the room. Upon further inspection as I stepped closer I saw the solid plastic panel cover below where the keyboard should have been. With a hoof-click of the button I found next to it, the panel slid back to show a series of cloud shaped buttons and levers. With a smile I reached forwards and poked a random cloud-button, more because I was happy to see an element I was used to.

The screen in front of me flickered even faster, with a whirring sound that had me wondering if that last little push was enough to bring whatever was left of the system to a crashing halt, but instead soft lights lit up under the clouds to give more indication of what button was what. A colorful little light show that had to have been beautiful at some point, but with half of the lights refusing to cooperate, only left me with a few options. Unhooking my bags I let them sit on the floor next to me while I got to work.

Taking a deep breath, I went about to fooling with the cloud's buttons as I squinted at the flickery screen to attempt to see exactly what I was attempting to pull off. For awhile, I was getting pretty sick of seeing ComManD xX2x :: ERrOr flash across the screen before it would revert back to what I think was a home screen. But eventually, after what seemed like forever I got a different response of, x31XC.R. :: ExeCUte?

Sure? Why not.

With a satisfied smirk, I lowered a hoof to a side lever, and slid it down. That had to do something.

And sure enough, the screen blinked completely out. Bucking pony-feathers...

Neon purple invaded my eyes suddenly as set of what I thought were dead lights flashed, before slowly clicking on upwards in a rainbow line. Purple, blue, what might have been green but was now brown, yellow, orange, and finally red. I was startled by the colors at first, thinking I had broken it, but with red coming online the screen finally shifted to a new screen indicating TeAm x2ClouDERusH :: SigNal acTIVe!. With a complimentary little dish looking thing twirling around in a circle beyond the random flickers the screen refused to quit the entire time.

Above me, I heard a part of the machine groan as if it was attempting to shift something into place. Though all I could really see was a cloud of rust and dirt shift downwards in response. Quickly I backed up to avoid getting myself any more dirty than I already was and simply watched the machine for a few moments. Nothing else changed, but the little disk was still contently whirring around on the screen. Thinking to myself, I could only hope one of our cloud ships may pick up on a pegasus related signal.

Now what to do...Looking around the still mostly dead room I didn't really feel up to just sitting around and waiting. Right as I was deciding to head back outside the way I had come in, the sound of something metal and small being knocked over caught my attention, coming from a door to my right. Forgetting about my bags, I walked up to the door and very slowly pushed it open, to peek my head in just to see exactly what it was that had made the noise.

The door, is what had originally been access to the warehouse looking building from the main tower. Inside was mostly empty besides a few old-school cloud carriages that had been left behind, along with some random boxed up clutter between the layers of dust covering mostly everything, what really caught my attention though, was the armored figure standing next to one of the carriages, where a small piece of metal paneling had fallen off of it. I let out a sigh of relief on recognizing the mostly black enclave armor, they were already here the whole time!

Fluttering my wings to boost me into the room, I barely had enough time to raise a hoof and give a 'Hey!' before something smacked me across the back of my skull, causing me to fall face-first into the floor as the blow shifted my balance completely forwards and had me kissing the floor with my entire muzzle.

Everything had gone fuzzy and mostly black as I tried to scrape myself off the floor, only to get another smack. Groaning, the last thing I saw was the armor wearing pony having turned their helm in my direction to look, but had otherwise not made any effort to save me from whatever plight I had stupidly walked into.

Pony-feathers didn't even cover it...my last thought was bringing out the big curses.

I am so fucked.

"Because, don't you want to be a better pony?"

"Yeah...I suppose I do."

I awoke, Celestia only knows when, to feel myself laying across a smooth surface. It seemed like way too much of an effort to open my eyes just yet, and I was more interested in the fact I had fallen asleep laying on my stomach, with all four hooves splayed out and...I apparently couldn't move my wings, or my legs for that matter.

It was the last realization that had me quickly trying to blink my eyes open and into proper focus. That only lead to the headache that I now was only realizing was very similar to the one I had woken up with only a day or so ago. I tried not to make any noise, but I kept attempting to move, only finding myself stuck in the exact same position against my will.

Finally, things came into focus enough for me to notice that I was in the same warehouse as before. Same carriages, same boxes...though not the same table, the table I was currently laying on. My front hooves appeared to be tied down to the table with rubber boxing straps, metal hooks attached to the table kept them from coming loose, and I could only just barely lift either hoof before my strength would give out and they would snap back against the table, rather painfully I might add.

And was it hotter in here or was it just me?

Turning my head to check on my wings and back hooves, similarly attached, caught my attention to one of the carriages that had been in the warehouse. It was now on fire, which is why I guessed the room was far warmer than it should have been. Luckily, the smoke was being pulled out of the broken top windows of the large room, but unlucky for me, the armored pony was still here. Whomever it was stood next to the fire and was quietly watching the flames, and beside them was another pony looking directly at me. Oh great, friends.

"I can explain...really. If you don't mind letting me up, I'm not going to fly off, I need to talk to you." I tried explaining, "I didn't kill anypony, but I know who did." I had given up pulling at my bonds for the time being. My wings were also bound down with the same, but longer, straps pulled over the center of the table, but I refused to fight against them for the time being. I needed to show them I was sincere.

"You won't be flying anywhere, anytime soon, or ever, when we get back upstairs."

The sound came opposite of my current line of sight, so I had to pull my head back around to my right to look, to find myself being hovered over by a third armored pony, male, from what I could tell from the muffled sounding voice.

"You really do have it all wrong!" My patience and calm were slowly dimming. "Whirl killed those ponies, he's the one who needs to be dealt with. Why do you think I would be coming here to try to find someone to talk to in the first place?"

Armored wings lifted, white feathers poking out from behind, to lift while one of his shoulders rolled into a shrug.

"We have our orders."

"And just what are those orders detailing?!" Okay, now I was irritated, they weren't listening!

"To obtain and capture the rogue soldier, Cloud Nine, in any means or way possible." Was plainly stated by him in reply to my half-yelling. His wings had lowered back down, but other than that, he simply kept looking at me. I found myself wanting to growl under my breath.

"Well you have me, even though I did nothing to deserve this if you would just let me up and let us talk like fellow soldiers, the real pony you're after is Whirl, he killed my group. Not me."

"Irrelevant. We have our orders, like I said." He replied again as if he was mildly irritated at having to repeat himself. He stepped around the table, forcing me to twist my head again to my discomfort to try to follow him with only my gaze. Casually, he lifted a hoof up to work at undoing the clasps on the underside of his helmet.

"Ugh...and what now?" I noticed his two fellows that were now behind him had stepped away from the fire, and had walked over to the door I had used to come inside, both of them stepped through it and out of sight through the door, leaving me alone with my prosecutor.

"We are to brand you, and then bring you back to our superiors. That was the end of our orders."

"Wait, what now?! Brand me and then take me back?! What are you going to do, clip me in front of everyone?!" It wasn't as if the branding was already a horrible thought...but I had heard horror stories about criminals being clipped, and then thrown back off the clouds...

At this point he had got the clasps undone from his armor, and with lowering his head he was able to pull the helmet off with the same hoof to hold it from having it drop to the floor. Once he raised back up, I was able to get a first-hoof look at my captor.

And, it was almost like looking in a backwards mirror. We had very similar coloring, though where as my coat was an off-white color at best, his was a brighter pure white compared to my own. We both had blonde manes, and again we only slightly differed there as well. Mine was the lighter of the two, while his was only a shade or two darker, cropped shorter than mine into a more worthy military cut. My eyes were a plain blue, while his stared back at me with contempt in the color of sea-green.

Maybe it was the fact we looked similar in coloring, but I swore I had seen him somewhere before.

I guess he had by now got tired of answering my accusations, and after placing his helmet on the same table I was still strapped to, he headed over to the still-burning carriage, poking a hoof near the flames for a moment before kicking something out of the fire. Something metal, long, and thin.

Here I was, having no idea what my cutie mark represented to me personally, and I was about to lose it forever.

That last thought, was finally brought home when I saw him carefully reach down with his muzzle to the cooler end of the metal rod. The opposite end was still caked in the flame that it had been removed from, but I easily saw the cloud and lightning bolt outlined in bright orange underneath. With a shake of his head, the flames were put out, but the end still glowed and smoked slightly when he stepped back over to me, holding the piece between his teeth and positioning himself near my left flank.

"Oh dear Celestia..." I heard myself mutter as I turned my head away and closed my eyes tight, I could feel the heat coming off the rod even as he stood next to me. This was it, I should have listened to her...

With the sound of the door swinging back open just as I started to feel my fur being singed back by the heat that I had guessed was just inches away from scarring me forever, I heard the voice of the very pony I had just been thinking about.

"Rocket, please don't do this..."

I'll admit, I was stunned for a few moments. Laying there tied down with my eyes scrunched up awaiting my horrible fate. I almost thought I had made the sound up in a last desperate attempt at hope that I would be saved. When the burning pain didnt come, I found myself just barely sneaking my left eye open to look over at the doorway, and sure enough there stood Karma. Wearing her signature outfit still, though her hood had been pulled up and the gas-mask goggles covered most of her face besides her muzzle.

Somehow, she had sneaked past the other two enclave soldiers. I'll try to remember not to make fun of that silly outfit ever again.

"Oh thank Celestia..." I muttered under my breath as I felt my muscles relax slightly at the thought that I was actually going to be able to get out of this situation. I'll admit I am not the fastest pony when it came to nearly having my cutie mark burned off, but it did take me a moment to realize exactly what the mare had said.

"Wait a bucking moment...Rocket? You two know one another?" I tried to inquire to them both. But, I was being ignored. Mare and Stallion hadn't moved from their positions and were looking at one another intently. Maybe, this wasn't exactly what I had planned as far as a rescue...

Finally, the armored pony whom I could only now guess was named 'Rocket', slowly backed a step away from my table and lowered the still hot iron rod from his muzzle on the floor in front of him. Giving a small shake to his mane before raising back up and turning completely to stare at my companion, squaring his shoulders and narrowing his eyes slightly.

"What are you doing here?" He didn't seem phased at all by having been called by his name, though his tone had lowered to a softer octave, as if he wasn't wishing for anyone else to hear the current conversation.

"I was making sure he got home, I know how your squads work after all..." Her head lowered slightly, just barely looking up at him from under her shaded face.

"Um..Y-yeah. She also can vouch for me. I didn't kill no pony. You can um...let me go now," I interrupted. Still strapped to the table here. Would love to be removed from current hostage situation. "...Please."

Rocket didn't even give me a second glance as he kept his eyes on Karma. She on the other hoof just barely turned her head to look at me, even through her half-mask I could see the sad expression clearly. What exactly was going on here?

"Cloud, that's just it," She muttered again before her voice slowly drifted off, her eyes closed while she took a hoof to raise up to her hood and slowly slide it back. Only when her head was free did she look back at my captor, and even though that sad look still reigned supreme, there was something else in that shiny-eyed gaze. Anger. "...he doesn't care."

It must have finally struck a chord with Rocket, because he ended up lifting a hoof and lowering it back down in a slight stomp before he caught his temper again, giving his muzzle a shake and drawing it back up into that concentrated control.

"You should leave." Was all that he told her, and Karma just laughed dishearteningly.

"I guess I really should, but I never really was much for following orders was I, Rocket?" She caught herself smiling at some sort of old memory with a shake of her head, before that just as quickly fell when she looked back to him again with the somber gaze. "But please. Don't do this. Let him go, You were better than this."

"I am better now, Bright." He quickly stated with a snort of hot breath in her direction.

Karma stood silent for a few moments, before that small spark of anger seemed to ignite again, and her form shook as the strength of the feeling swept through her body.

"You're better now? Really?! Is that what you think of yourself now?! Is it that what you were thinking when you decided that it was a good idea to burn off a colt's cutie mark!? Do you even remember if he had a cutie mark yet?!"

Rocket stood silent to her accusation, and I realized I'd completely forgotten about that...why in Celestia's blazes did I come here...

"Was it because they didn't tell you where your fugitive was?! Were you trying to make an example of a dirt-born pegasus?! You think you are so righteous in your actions that it didn't even occur to you he'd only been down here a day and they may have no idea what was going on?! But maybe it was just you not caring again. Anything to finish your stupid mission." The last words were spat out in a further show of contempt from the mare.

"You are going to leave." He stated a second time, though now a threat with him lowering his head to glare at Karma while his wings just barely lifted off of his back.

"I am not leaving without Cloud," She mimic-ed his stance with one of her own, head lowered while her hooves scooted slightly further apart, her shoulders lifting to make herself look stronger. "You want me to leave? Then try and make me."

Oh dear.

"Watch out!" I tried to warn her when I saw his wings sweep backwards with a gust that was used to propel himself forwards, using his speed in an attempt to catch her off guard, but it seemed I hadn't much faith in the flightless mare. Quickly she side-jumped the burst, twisting her body about in an attempt to throw out her back hooves at her attacker while using the added momentum to get away from his own hooves.

Sadly all she caught was a lifted front hoof that her own back hooves rattled across the armor in casing it, leaving him to only skid back slightly at the force she had put behind it. Only now did he give a full burst flap of his wings to throw himself into the air and into a loop to try again to attack in a similar manner, throwing out his back hooves to try to slam them down atop her.

Karma only barely managed to miss this attack again, sweeping her body about where he would only just barely miss her back, and she was able to throw her body against his to attempt to use his own speed against him and toss him into the brick wall. Instead, when his body was thrown off course he simply swiveled his wings about to pull his hooves against the oncoming wall, landing roughly sideways, and he was able to push off even faster than before as his wings buzzed with the strength of another attack.

This was getting way out of hoof, and I was desperately trying to struggle against the straps holding me down, my hooves and legs snapping back against the metal loudly each time I attempted to pull at them. Meanwhile Karma was dodging his attacks, and it was very clear she was outmatched. She was barely attacking, merely attempting to dodge anything he threw at her as he swooped back and forth mid-air at her.

It was also very obvious, she wasn't going to be able to keep this up forever. But it didn't stop her from taunting the stallion further.

"How many ponies could you have helped, Rocket Science?! How many lives have you had to ruin since?!" She'd yelp when a hoof came barreling down, just barely missing her as she jumped out of the way. "Are you truly a better pony?!"

Rocket Science. Now that was a name I did recognize. It caused me to stop my struggling as the name alone struck a clear memory.

Mares and gentlecolts, we have finally smuggled out the last of the traitors among us! All from the help of this great stallion! We can all breathe a little easier today, praise the Enclave!

She was fighting Rocket Science. Not only had he single-hoofedly infiltrated the supposed traitor group that was among the clouds, but there was also the rumor that he was next in line to join our very own Wonderbolts. They had sent a Wonderbolt trainee to get me.

There was absolutely no way Karma was winning this fight.

Right at that thought, he indeed landed a blow to her side. Doing another loop after she had dodged him to come right back around to catch her other side. Front hooves plummeted into her side and threw her in a very similar manner as she had attempted before against the metal-side wall of the warehouse. Her body landed with a loud clang that not only dented the old metal, but caused shards of it to burst as portions of the sheet tore from their rust covered scars. She couldn't help a gasp when she was cut, landing on the floor and shaking herself that caused crimson droplets to scatter around her.

Panting harshly she pulled her head up in a verbal growl to look at Rocket, who oddly enough hovered calmly midair, looking down at her with a slight frown, not even out of breath.

"All the good you could have done..." She was just barely able to pant out, her hooves trembling slightly. "Even if it accounted for nothing you could have done more than any other pony did, you could have tried..." Slowly she took a deeper breath.

"You could have been better than this!"

"I don't have time for this." He stated calmly, and he shifted his wings forwards to align the front half of his body at her, and the tell-all soft sizzling sound indicated he had decided to finally use the two rifles attached to the sides of his armor. "It didn't have to be like this, Bright."

"Well that's at least a last thing we can still both agree on..." She quietly muttered in response, closed her eyes, and grimaced...

"NO."

I felt one of the straps finally give as I apparently struggled again. With a strength I had no idea I had the rubber cracked and burned across my hoof as it split in half and went ricocheting to either side. This was wrong. This wasn't right. She had saved me, she didn't deserve this! Everything about this was completely and utterly wrong!

But I was still too late, both side rifles of Rocket's armor brightened in a flash of neon green light and flew straight at my friend, just as I was able to get another strap to snap off one of my back hooves. I was still too late! Too damn late!

"KARMA!" I could do nothing but scream.

Author's Note

Well. That just happened.

Another hard chapter out of the way, and a little more of the story unfolds.

I'll repeat, that for anyone taking time out of their day to read this, I can only say thank you. <3

This chapter's title was inspired by: No Light, No Light by Florence & The Machine

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