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Aug 18th, 2018, 01:03:23 AM
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The bit of cracker that he still held, halfway to his mouth, seemed to lower by a fraction.
Locked in a stare with the Besalisk, Samus couldn't help the beginnings of a deepset frown. His eyes searched for any note of wavering sanity, but there was none in the serious visage of Phrexus' features.
The cracker was laid to rest on the table.
Kasara Sykes had died during the Malastare offensive.
Fifteen or so years ago.
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