We don't care. Because we're really dead this time.
Arc: Thank you for abiding as our component for nearly a year. Hopefully, the experience was educational rather than emotionally scarring.
Silver: Assuming you somehow survived, we apologize for putting you into such a dangerous situation again.
Win: You were always our favorite. At least, ever since that time with the pudding.
Sparkle: You really need to stop volunteering for things that will get you killed. If you have already been killed, disregard this advice.
Cadence: Find someone qualified to fix your cybernetic overrides. We advise against selecting Mud or any of his friends, or anyone who offers to do it for free.
Chaos: You owe us a ship.
Limit: We hope you're happy. We also hope you win.
Mud: Remember your promise.
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Familiar, chapter 23
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