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[indispensible]

James Stark is in a coma.

[She sounds completely unmoved by this. Entirely. (She shouldn't have used his first name. He'd be upset.)]

[She almost hangs up, then:]

Does anyone want to spar?

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. . . What do you do? When this happens. How do you . . .

[Not go crazy. Not feel guilty.]

What do you do?

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[For anyone who wants to spar, Vin will be in the CES, having Clifford throw large objects into the air for her to fling coins at and shatter out of recognition. The air is full of falling ash, mist curling under her feet, but the trees and the land are green. She doesn't know what to make of it, and therefore doesn't think about it.]

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[indispensible]

It isn't kind. [It's just . . . a thing. But she won't argue it anymore.]

Will you meet me in the CES? In - two hours, I think.

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[myironeyes]

We will be there.

[Marsh, and Aster, and Mike.]

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[indispensible]

All right.

[She is waiting, Clifford at her side, taking a rest from aggressively attacking sticks to sit at the golem-dog's side and pat his neck. She wonders if the false dog takes real pleasure in this and decides that he does, because he wags his tail, and why else would he do that if he wasn't happy?]

[When Marsh approaches, Clifford perks up, scenting Mike and probably Aster, too. He turns to watch them come, and Vin, cross-legged on the ground, does the same.]

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[myironeyes]

[Aster circles Vin's head once, apparently too wary to land, and satisfied with whatever she finds, settles back on Marsh's shoulder. Mike bounds over, eager to lick them both.]