[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

Well, the man wasn't as dumb as his friends. He figured that was one of the reasons he liked him, the simple intelligence the other man held. It was so enchanting but at the same time it made him a formidable opponent. Unfortunately for the other Chief he wasn't an idiot, it was simply to convenient if he had gotten away with not a scratch. It had been painful but worth it, he nearly died from it but here he was. He sat up, his gaze going to a more cautious and curious expression. He followed the other mans gaze, seeing the knife that laid a small distance away. He was already starting to piece together what the other wanted and just what they were digging at. He gave a soft smile, eyes flicking as if he had fallen into a memory.

"In Berserk they use the term eliminate when a Chief retires. Normally they hold the title until they die but there are several Chiefs that step down for their children to show that they can run the village. Although I can understand your concern..."

He paused as if hesitating, a hand moving to cup his right side knowing what laid just beneath the cloth there.

"I'm going to show you something I hardly show anyone, it almost killed me."

He stood quickly and grabbed the knife the other had been eyeing and gave him a quick glance, a small smirk on his features.

"Don't worry, we'll play more after this."

It came out a lot more normal than he would have liked, the threat of showing what marred his flesh always made him hesitant. He placed the knife down and began removing his shirt, having turned the right side of his body away from the other chief. A slow drawing of breath was given, his body turning to show a large scar that ran across his middle. It curved around the right side of his body, the showing of bear claw marks far to unmistakable. It had been a serious wound, his hand coming to touch it lightly as if he still expected it to be bleeding.

"It's considered intimate to show ones scars in Berserk..."

He looked away, a soft blush coming to his features. He hadn't been lying about that part, kissing and physical attention was extremely common to show just who was taken. Showing ones body scars and marks was considered far more intimate, a way of showing weaknesses and accenting just who you were. His breaths were shallow, for once actually feeling embarrassed and far to intimate. The flesh was still reddened and jagged, the marks of a bear evident through the rough gashes. He would allow the other to touch him, so long as it wasn't violent.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

He was still dubious, even with the man's explanation, it all sounded to convenient, but he left the subject for now. He wasn't going to get anywhere picking at this, and he was sure that if Dagur was lying, he was going to figure out some way to dance around the truth anyway. So instead of questioning further, he only grunted and closed his eyes, "an odd term to use for retirement, Dagur. But I suppose it isn't impossible." It was his turn to lie, or at least to pretend like he actually put stock into the man's claims and explanations.

There was a moment of intense frustration when the man picked up the knife, but he was glad to have some control over his body and his movements again as he got to his feet, brushing himself off and looking over at the man with a curious eye, "okay..." He snorted at his words and rolled his eyes, "can't wait." The reply was dripping with sarcasm, but without nearly as much bite, too much curiosity building up for him to really focus on anything else.

His behavior now was not act, Hiccup could tell that much, every flush and movement was real, and the humanity in it disturbed the man as he watched him show off the scar that ran along his body. It was an impressive mark, and before he could really consider that maybe he should stop himself, he reached a surprisingly gentle hand to run along the mark, "well...It's definitely a testament to your strength." He mused despite himself, eyeing him, "pretty sure that would have killed me..." There was a slight chuckle in his voice, nervous and uncomfortable by this moment that was being shared between them.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

The other man came forward, him allowing the soft touch to the scar. He tensed for a moment, half expecting some sort of an attack but slowly relaxed. The flesh there tingled softly with what felt like light electricity. His large hand went to press the smaller mans hand to his side, his eyes fluttering closed. His breaths were shallow, as if he himself had become a wild dragon just barely starting to trust a rider. He let a soft shudder escape his body, his hand then leaving the other mans. He swallowed thickly, baring the right side of his neck slightly in a low submissive gesture. He could sense the uncomfortable tone within the others voice, his green eyes flickering over to meet with the others.

"Then I'm glad it was me and not you."

He would have murmured it lowly within the others ear, his gaze still holding a slightly embarrassed look to them. The flush that came to his face was still there, faint within the firelight. His eyes flashed within the light, similar to that of the others nightfury but also different. They looked darker, more hidden and wary than the others. He hummed softly, the low rumble escaping his lips.

_{"I wish I could explain what pulls me to you."}

His voice would be no louder than a soft murmur, his hand wanting to lightly run through the other mans hair. His fingers would try to softly brush across the others cheek in the motion. He blinked, his eyes flickering away from the other mans for but a moment. A low breath was taken, his senses feeling like they were on fire in the most pleasurable way. It wasn't like before, it was more like a warm glow from the fire. A soft sensation of electricity, it slowly drew him in but he resisted while he could.

Sometimes it was nice to have a soft moment of sanity.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

He didn't know what he was doing, letting his hand be pressed into his side without pulling away or resisting, even though he wanted to pull away and resist, but the action never followed the thought, and instead he just stood staring thoughtfully at him, at one of his enemies, seeing him as a person instead of that. It was hard to take this, it was easier to fight and to resist, this was a much more difficult feeling to swallow. It was made even more difficult by Dagur's words, which rocked and stumbled him a little, causing his own to falter as he finally pulled away a little, unable to break his gaze as he stumbled over a way to respond to that.

"Y-yeah...Well...I..." He trailed off, hating every moment of this, hating the thoughts that were coming unbidden to his mind as he studied the man who was being so vulnerable, he could make another attempt to attack him in his moment, but he didn't, instead he shuffled his metal leg against the floor in an uncomfortable gesture, "I don't have many marks of my own..." He paused, then added, "that are visible..." But he had plenty of things that went unseen, insecurities and fears that came from all the things that had happened, things he was good at pretending weren't things, but things that still crept up on him sometimes, things he didn't tell the people who looked up to him to lead them.

He looked surprised when he came close again, and again he didn't pull away despite every part of him screaming that he should, "I...Wish you could explain it to." Was all he said, watching his movements carefully, but not nearly as tense and ready to flee as he had been previously.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

The silence hung heavy in the air after the other spoke, so they both wished they could explain what couldn't be. He took in a shuddering breath, the closeness and the vulnerability having put him slightly on edge. The unease and tenseness was slowly leaving his body, the hunters instinct slowly going back to sleep. He swallowed thickly, his gaze flickering over the other as the metal foot shifted. He knew how he had lost that particular limb and knew just what he was speaking about when it came to invisible scars. His heart was littered with them, he wondered if he could actually trust this one with secretes of vulnerabilities that he held personality wise. He wanted to keep this one, keep this one as more than a simple toy to break. He took a breath, knowing he was more than likely going to regret this later.

"I'm going to share a secrete with you, a way to stop me."

He would study the others face, his expression neutral but at the same time a nervous seriousness.

"So I don't...hurt you."

His breath hitched at the thought of hurting this one. Oh no, he knew now after a little while of playing. He had no need to harm this one terribly so, small cuts like the one from their game of knives weren't minded but he did not want to harm him horridly. He would aim to press the other mans hand to his side, feeling the electric tingle start to form from his scar.

"It feels electric whenever I'm touched here, especially strong from your touch. It'll stop me in my tracks with shock."

His breath was shaky, his hand starting to tremble slightly as he shared the tidbit of information. He knew he had a tendency to snap heavily at times, violent snaps. He didn't want to break this ones body but he knew how unpredictable he could be. His gaze would search to meet the others, the look of trust and a small tense fear from tainting his expression. His face was still flushed with a soft pink color, the knowledge that it might be used against him for other things strong within his mind.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

It was different standing toe to toe with this man now than it had been in the past, when Dagur was a chief, and he was not. He was no longer looking upwards at the man through eyes that had to respect him for his position, they were equals now, the same but different in so many ways. He was curious when Dagur mentions a secret, suspicion in his eyes as he tried to imagine why this man would share anything so vital with him. They were enemies, they would always be enemies, and he almost felt the pull to stop Dagur from making such a poorly thought out move. He didn't though, he listened carefully.

"Why would you be concerned with not hurting me, Dagur." It was that point that he could not seem to grasp, "you've never had any issue hurting me in the past." He narrowed his eyes, "even when we were younger, you had no issue using me as a punching bag." He was guarded, his tone unsure and a little hardened, "why now do you suddenly have any regard for my safety..." He didn't like it, he didn't like the implications of it, realizing he felt much safer with this man wanting him dead than he did with the thought of him feeling anything else for him.

His eyes were curious though, and he didn't pull away when he pressed his hand to the place where he was wounded, listening carefully as he explained what could be done. It was valuable information, and he could tell by his expression that his words were true. He narrowed his eyes a little, "this could be your downfall. You realize this, right?" His words weren't a promise, more a curious question, he didn't understand and he had a feeling Dagur didn't either.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

                    Mature Post For Semi-Sexual Themes

He couldn't help the grin that came over his features as the man spoke more. It wasn't his normal deranged grin however, it was an honest smile that had sneaked across his features. A deep breath was taken, him not quite knowing exactly why he had given the other such a valuable secrete. The electric feeling buzzed through his skin, setting his blood to a pleasant and blissful boil. When it was intimate like this it was almost enjoyable rather than shocking. He never figured out why the scar was always so sensitive but he couldn't bring himself to care to much about that. Instead he released the others hand, his gaze a little glassy.

"If I'm going to die I want it to be by your hands, that way I at least go out having fun."

He gave a breathy chuckle, his voice a low murmur. Taking a small step back towards the knife, he picked it up and then walked over to the wall and unstuck the other one. He turned back towards the other, his stance not in the mood to fight just yet. Instead he simply placed them together on the other chair for a minute before turning back to the other. The firelight contoured his body in appealing ways, shadows accentuating the muscle that wrapped around his frame. He gave a soft rub to his arm, a nervous gesture that would pull attention away from the flush on his face.

"I've always cared about keeping you safe, I knew I wouldn't kill you. It was everyone else that I didn't like getting close to you, they were the ones I was worried about hurting you."

He would walk forwards, his eyes darkening with desire to show exactly what he meant by his words. His hand would once more try to softly brush through the others hair, a soft swallow being given.

"Not to forget that was before I knew how to deal with...well...my madness."

He took a breath, pulling away softly and turned to grab one of the knives. He'd try to place it within Hiccups hands and then pull both the others hands and knife up to his throat. He bared it to the blade for a moment, holding everything in place including his breath. He hesitated, a different idea coming to his mind instead of something as simple as death.

"This is far to dull, lets do something more entertaining than death."

He would pull back and release the others hand. He gave a soft smile and rolled his right shoulder, a lick being given to his lips.

"Carve a design on my arm in the form of a band. I know you can draw."

He'd lean in to murmur within the others ear, a soft smirk of want coming to his features.

"Mark me as yours, far more permanently than I did you."

He would show his right arm, the exact area marked out by where he had rubbed it earlier. A soft red mark that wound around his right bicep in a band. His eyes would flicker over the other mans form, his eyes darkened with desire.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

His eyes followed him as he fetched both blades, curious what could be going on in the man's head, though he couldn't even begin to wager a guess. Instead he watched home closely, watching where he placed them, watching his stance and body language for any signs of attack, when he didn't sense the man ready to spring he relaxed, but only a little bit, he was still a little tense as he listened to him speaking, quirking a brow in this look that he'd perfected at his words, "your definition of safe and mine seem to be wildly different." He crossed his arms, "I don't need other people keeping me safe, I'm strong on my own, stronger than anyone seems to give me credit for." There was a slight bite in his words, his displeasure at feeling like he needed to be protected showing, he was not a damsel in distress.

He was surprised when the dagger was place back into his hand, letting out a sharp gasp as he found it right against the man's throat, again getting that heavy feeling, that weight that told him that he could kill him if he wanted to. But he pulled back, at the same time that Dagur released his hand, looking him over with wide eyes when he heard his request, "I..." He didn't know how to respond to that, standing there with wide eyes as he tried to ponder what to do. It was true, he had a creative flair, but he'd never done anything like this before. After a moment though, an unreadable expression crossed his face and he looked down, bushy bangs shadowing his face.

"It'll be easier by the fire." He mumbled, looking over the knife in his hand, "with the blade hot. It'll be easier." A hot knife could slice skin like butter, "it...It'll come out cleaner." It would also do better to seal the wound, he swallowed a thick lump as he went to sit by the fire, looking up at him expectantly.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

                    Mature Post For Semi-Sexual Themes

The pure delight that decorated his gaze at the other mans words could not be described. He wanted to be marked by the other, to be claimed by the man before him. It would be a scar only the one that had put it there would ever see. He would scratch it out with his bare finger nails before allowing another to see whatever design the other would carve within his flesh. A low chuckle escaped his lips at the mention of the fire, he loved this new side of Hiccup. The side that was willing to mar his body with scars.

"I'm going to enjoy this."

It was a low murmur, the desire for such a mark made by such delicate hands showing plainly on his face. He sat, offering his arm out with a glint of desire within his eyes. A nervous lick was given to his lips, knowing just how painful this would be. He couldn't help it however, he felt such excitement from the thought of having his flesh marred by the man before him. He swallowed, eyeing the knife with satisfaction while he waited for the other to mark his flesh.

"Take your time with it, I can hold still."

His voice was low with desire, his body having stilled and his eyes flickered to watch the others face. To watch whatever expressions would come over those adorable features.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

There was a night and day difference in the man as he waited for the other to join him by the fire, something that was always somewhere inside of him but rarely ever surfaced, he was calm now, eerily calm, with a sort of dark look in his eyes. He'd never done this before, but he couldn't deny the part of him that was curious to see if he could, he was always the kind of person who got a thrill from trying out new things, new inventions, new techniques. This was just another opportunity to discover, to learn and to play with something dangerous.

He looked over at him when he sat down, sensing his nerves, "your body will respond to the pain." His tone was flat and calm as he heated up the blade, pondering over what kind of marks he should put in his skin, "like the rush you get when you're flying." His own green eyes flickered almost dangerously in the light, "I've sealed injuries this way before..." Never on himself, but there'd been a few times where it had to be done on the field for other people.

When he was satisfied by how hot the knife was, he took the other and held it out to him, "bite down on the handle if you have to." It was the only words he could offer as he leaned in close, feeling the heat off the blade in his hand as he pressed it to the skin to begin making the first marks. He started at the middle, bringing the blade around in a carefully traced circle, the cut was deep enough to scar, and sizzled against the blade as blood boiled on the hot metal, his eyes were involved and absorbed in the task at hand, deaf to everything else as he began to work on the marks inside the circle of the sun, cutting away the flesh where the lines needed to be thicker, only pulling away to dispose of it. His practiced and delicate hands made the process as quick as it could be given what he was doing, and before long he was finishing the points along the outer ring of the sun, moving to reheat the knife as he looked over his work.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

                       Mature Post For Sexual Themes

His breath hitched at the first contact with the heat he could feel from the blade, a smile forming on his face as he listened to the flat notes of the others voice. He would have been lying if he said he hadn't been nervous, his stomach twisting in knots of a delicious nervousness. His gaze never faltered as he watched the concentration come across the others face, the sight of the others darker side being far to desirable to resist.

Then the pain of the blade hitting his skin hit.

His breath quickened, eyes fluttering closed and his brow furrowing. He spared glances over at the other when he could, just to watch the expression of concentration that came over the others face. His breath shuddered out, his arm holding perfectly still to allow the other to mark him without difficulty. The rest of his body shifted however, his chest expanding and contracting with each breath. Despite the burning pain he felt nothing but pure bliss at what was being done to him. He knew it wasn't the pain that was causing his positive reactions but rather the fact that he was being marked by someone he cared deeply about, that he was being claimed.

"hah..."

The soft sound escaped his lips before he could stop himself, his eyes glazed over from the bliss of being claimed and the pain of the heated blade. A thick swallow wracked his throat, suddenly feeling a ravenous hunger for the one marking him. He licked his lips, eyes watching the other curiously as they reheated the blade.

"You're beautiful when you work."

It was a low murmur, his features and frame being lovingly caressed by the shadows cast by the fire. It highlighted the contours of his body and made him appear almost as enchanting as he felt towards the other man. The golden and red flickers of light flashed through his eyes from the fireplace, appearing as if they were blood opals.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

A bead of sweat from the heat of the fire and the heat of the hot knife ran down his face as he brought the blade back from the fire, glowing hot again, the design he'd chosen was meant to play with the man's name, as inappropriate as it was, Dagur was far from sunny, far from warm, but it still gave the mark meaning, and Hiccup was never the type of person to forego details like that, even if this entire situation would end up disturbing to him when he reflected on the weight of it, in the moment he was just an artist lovingly putting his all into his craft, as he always did.

He had to commend the man for managing to not move his arm while this was being done, it made his work much more smooth as he carefully marked out one side of the band portion of the design, his expression was unreadable beyond the concentration on his features, he didn't want to think about this, about what he was doing and what it would mean for Dagur, it was an opportunity to wound the man, to remind him that he too could be dangerous.

"shut up." His words were forceful as he glanced up at him, the fire dancing in his eyes, "you're distracting me." He let out a breath through his nose as he moved to mark the other side, heating up the blade when needed, he took extra care here, to make sure it was symmetrical to the opposite side. The last portion done, he pulled back and set the knife aside, getting to his feet, "stay here. I'll be back." He found what he was looking for, a small bowl, a cloth, all he needed to do was fill it with rain from outside, which only took a moment as hard and heavy as it was coming down.

When he came back to sit beside the man, he whetted the cloth before he began to dab at the marks, cleaning them so that it showed more clearly, "you have to keep it clean, bandaged for a while." He looked to the fire, his expression completely unreadable, unable to sort his own feelings and feeling frustrated by it.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

                       Mature Post For Sexual Themes

A low chuckle escaped his lips before he went back to gritting his teeth against the mixture of pain and bliss he was feeling. A soft sheen of sweat appeared on his body from the heat and pain of the blade, him slowly opening his eyes to watch the other work. He couldn't help but find the other beautiful, the look of concentration and the way the fire flickered across the others face. He breathed out a soft sigh as the other finished, standing to go gain rainwater and a cloth. He closed his eyes as the design was cleaned by the other, a nod of understanding at the directions given to him. He rolled his right shoulder afterwards, a soft smile coming to his face as he looked upon the decorating scar. He purred at it, looking towards the other and finding an unreadable expression across his face. His hand reached out, a soft graze of a touch wanting to be given to the others cheek.

"I love it, you did wonderfully."

He offered a slightly pained smile, the burning ache within his arm having started to take a toll on him. A pleased sigh escaped his lips as he leaned backwards, eyes half closed as he peered out at the other. Something felt like it was missing, as if he needed to repay the other with a mark of his own. He wanted it to be small, something only he would look for on the other mans body. He took the other knife, the clean one and placed it within the fire to heat. He looked to Hiccup, taking the right hand of the other within his hand.

"Allow me to mark you? A small one, something only I'll look for."

He was looking for permission, a tiny heart being drawn just below the other mans wrist with his fingers in the idea of what he meant by it. His expression was unusually calm, he was unusually calm, it was a nice change of pace for now. His eyes would flicker up to the other mans face, his eyes looking like that of a questioning puppy. He wished for permission to mark this one, to claim him just as he had been claimed. He leaned forward to murmur within the others ear, his eyes half closed.

"This mark, it claims me, its made for your and my eyes only."

He would continue drawing little patterns on the others arm with delicacy, his fingers running smoothly across the others flesh. The blade within the fire slowly coming to a bright red hue from the heat. It was surprisingly a disturbing yet serene scene, something that made him relax.

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[Hiccup]

My name's Hiccup...

The Pride of Berk

...Great name, I know.

He could tell the man was succumbing to the drunken feeling pain like that could give, and he was slowly starting to come down from whatever place he'd gone through that process, the feeling flickering back into his eyes as he looked over the mark with a curious eye, impressed with his own dexterity. He'd never been good at many traditional things growing up, not a fighter, not a killer, but he'd always been a skilled artisan, he'd always possessed an eye for detail that marked him out even before the dragons.

"uh...Thank...You?" The compliment was odd, given what he'd done, but there was something alluring in the idea of marking people like this, leaving something permanent. He looked thoughtful as he cleaned off the knife, which looked like his own, made to be held comfortably left handed rather than right like most were, "It was..." Fun? Was it fun? He wasn't sure if fun was the word he would use for that, it had been interesting. He wasn't able to ponder long on it when he heard his request, his eyes widening, "Mark me?" He swallowed when his hand was taken, watching as he heated up the blade, "Uh...I-I..." He wanted to pull away, to resist and say no, but he didn't, instead he relaxed and a thoughtful expression came over his face.

"Fine. Okay." He didn't know what he was doing, he supposed there was a part of him that wanted to know what it felt like, that part of him that was frustratingly curious. He looked more nervous though, less tolerant to pain than the larger, more seasoned man.
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[Dagur]

     Even Through The Storm I'll Capture You

Dagur ♦ Deranged

                       Mature Post For Semi-Sexual Themes

A soft smile came to his face, watching the other clean the blade that was used to mark him. He listened, a low breathy chuckle escaping his lips at the others stuttering. He was far to cute for his own good, and now he had been claimed by him through the burn within his arm. He watched the other, his eyes far to relaxed and calm for his own good. The other had a knife, could stab him by simply touching his weak point and kill him right then and there if he wanted to.

Hiccup wouldn't, he knew the slimmer man was far to kind for that.

He straightened himself up at the others permission to mark what he considered his. He pulled the armor back from the other mans arm, revealing just enough skin that would be hidden after it was healed. He grabbed the knife, the blade of it glowing brightly with heat. He would have to be quick, knowing that the other might not of been able to handle the pain of a hot blade. He would hold the others wrist tightly, just with enough pressure to keep him in place.

Now to mark what was now his.

He would quickly move the blade in a swift motion, cutting just deep enough to scar. The hissing of blood boiling as well as the smell of burning flesh making him slightly sick now that it was him harming what he didn't want to permanently damage. His movements would be quick as he drew in a small heart that was flowing in design. As soon as the mark was finished he would pull the knife away and set it aside to cool. He would take the damp cloth and press it to the others wrist hoping that he wouldn't have seen it yet. Although he may not of been the best artist around, he was able to do hearts for some reason. It was the one thing he could draw without effort and they always looked decent or better. He would look to the other, his eyes shining with contentment. He would lean forward to press his lips against the others forehead in a soft gesture before pulling back and looking away.

The flush on his cheeks deepened as he looked upon the design left behind by the others clever hands.

"Thank you."

It would be the only thing he would say for a while, keeping the cooled cloth at the others mark just so that he could hold onto him a little longer. He felt warm on the inside, like a soft ember was burning within his heart. It was nice, pleasant, something he liked experiencing from the intimacy he felt from this exchange.

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