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Tossing the bone guardians aside, leaving them to whirl their final moments away, Jimena heads straight for Lifa with steady, casual steps.
Voice from the Cricket: Alondra, report.
ರೃ Lifa: Um……
She blinks as Jimena walks to her.
ರೃ Lifa: …bad?
Jimena looks at the Hawk, straight at its tiny glasses and the strange square popping out of its chest.
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