[Match, meet gasoline. This is the wettest wildfire this side of the universe, and seeing Slaine cry right before her is so much worse than a questionable plastic depiction, and serves to make her crying that much worse as well. She hiccups and squeezes another fresh stream of tears out, wincing at the raw force of Slaine's desperate grasp but scarcely caring much about it when she's far more focused on their reunion.]
Of-of course I kn-know who you are, Slaine... Why... Why wouldn't I...?
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Of-of course I kn-know who you are, Slaine... Why... Why wouldn't I...?