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soldiers_heart( She...remembers this place. )
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[The young clone looks slightly different. Maybe a little older, or maybe it's just her hair. She'd accidentally activated the camera in her desperate tapping through things, and now the communicator bounces as she drops it on the bed, the video angle askew but just enough to catch her in the corner of the screen.
An extra poofy (and one might say plump) mothcat mrows curiously before fluttering up just enough to plop itself onto her lap, and Omega smiles weakly before wrapping her arms around him in a hug.]
Oh Tumble, you're here. But...he's gone, isn't he?
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[The young clone looks slightly different. Maybe a little older, or maybe it's just her hair. She'd accidentally activated the camera in her desperate tapping through things, and now the communicator bounces as she drops it on the bed, the video angle askew but just enough to catch her in the corner of the screen.
An extra poofy (and one might say plump) mothcat mrows curiously before fluttering up just enough to plop itself onto her lap, and Omega smiles weakly before wrapping her arms around him in a hug.]
Oh Tumble, you're here. But...he's gone, isn't he?
