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YESSSS the prize is mine

[Blue mirrors the pained expression as that wave of hurt hits him. it's almost as potent as a slap to the face.]

You know me.

[a statement, not a question, but there is surprise in the tone with which the thought is conveyed.

after that wave of empathy comes the fear. because the only thing that is known is that he is known.]

You...see me. How? Why? And--hurt. Why? What--why did you call me?

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