Feather Flight: "Eyes Staring in Wonder"(part 3)
An AU Kuja fic, shonen-ai, language
"You... Just... Stay Away!"
Laro hastily fell back from his uncertain approach, something oddly threatening in the younger man's odd gesture. The silver-haired youth's expression was a mix of confusion and panic as he flicked his fingers up to his forehead and pointed at him. The soldier held still as the newly-awakened man stared first at him, then at his hands and then back at him again, perplexed. His growl faded into a choked sob of disappointment. Laro blinked and firmly told his heart to slow down and resume its customary position in his chest. Keeping his voice mild, he attempted to regain control of the situation.
"I'm not going to hurt you! Nobody's going to bloody hurt you! Just calm down OK?... Merciful Tir!"
"Who?" Masa looked up from his worried investigation of his hands.
"...Never mind..." Laro deliberately slouched down until he was sitting against the side of the ship. "Look... I have an idea... I'm going to sit here, and if you'd just sit there... maybe we can have a nice civilized conversation? I mean... even if you do know how to swim, I doubt you could get far if you jumped... and I don't feel much like pulling you out again. So please...? Please just sit down."
Blue eyes narrowed and studied him cautiously as the thin hands clenched into the overly baggy clothing. For a moment it looked as though the young man was going to jump, and Laro tensed in preparation to go after him, but the moment passed and the slim form warily sank to the deck. The voice when it came, was calmer and almost melodic.
"Where am I...? What has been done to me...? Are we enemies? Where /am/ I...?"
The soldier blinked at the rapid barrage of questions. The cat-tailed man was once more staring at his hands. "'What has been done to you?' Nobody's done /anything/... none of /us/ anyway... You... You don't remember anything do you...?" He received an icy glare in answer to his question. "I'm sorry... I don't know what to tell you." Laro pointed towards the coast, "That's our town... Osa-Roule... You were found out here... in the ocean... You were hurt... You don't remember?"
"...No... How long...? How long ago was this?" Shaking hands raked back through the feathered hair, only to fumble in shock as he measured its new length. Masa looked up at him in alarm. "And what happened to my hair?!"
" Six months... and it's a long story."
Rubbing his face again, the frail man fell silent, watching the waves glide past the small boat. Laro slowly moved to unfurl the sail and coax the vessel back towards town. "It's going to be ok, you'll see... people here were really worried about you... The Doc’ will want to check you out for sure..."
"The what...?"
"Doc... doctor... you know him..."
"No... actually... I don't." The expression was one of defeat. "Funny... I don't even know your name." The soldier glanced over at the quiet statement. Masa was staring at him with a sort of morbid curiosity.
"You didn't ask." He resisted the urge to smile at the younger man's confused expression. The expressive mouth opened and shut once before pressing into an almost-smile.
"... Excuse me... But what is your name...?"
This time the dark man did smile. "Laro... Nazer, Laro. Pleased to meet you."
"Oh." The blue eyes returned to watching the coast, but for some reason, the soldier felt suddenly and completely happy.
// Masa... //
The little boat coasted gently and uneventfully to a stop against the wharf. It wasn't until some of the younger boys of the village moved to assist in tying it down that the uproar began. Laro winced as first one jaw dropped, then another, the villagers and waiting nurses gaping in shock. Despite Masa's earlier bluster the smaller man was quick to slide into the dubious shelter provided by the taller soldier's shoulders. He warily watched his unwanted audience while the dark man held up his arms for silence.
"Hush! Enough, it's not like you haven't seen him before..."
"He's awake!"
"It's a miracle"
"It's devilry!"
"He's one of /them/!"
"Don't be idiots!" Laro's angry bark brought the crowd to a shivering silence; their fear of him warring with their desire to debate the new arrival. "He's not one of /them/. That is the end of /it/, am I understood?" The fishermen gave their grudging assent. "Good. Now then, Paul, here's your boat back, and thank you. I'm just going to take my friend here to the hospital to have him looked at... I'm sure you all have something /better/ to do than gawk like children?" He turned away from the slowly disbursing crowd and resisted the urge to rub the tension from his neck. Pulling rank always gave him headaches.
"Well... wasn't that fun." Masa had slumped against the mast behind him breathing deeply and ignoring the light sarcasm. "Hey now... you ok?"
"I..." The silver-haired man grimaced slightly and opened his eyes. "I'm fine."
"Are you always this bad a liar?" The dark man grinned at the startled expression. "Come on, waking-up is great and all, but if I don't get you back soon they'll have my head." He nodded his head in the direction of the jittery hospital staff. The frail man nodded once and gingerly staggered to his feet, waiving off the concerned hand. Masa didn't take more than ten steps however before a telltale wobble alerted the soldier that the man was about to collapse. It was a moment's reflex that found the soldier striding across the deck to sweep him up, carrying him over the side and onto dry-land.
"Come on then." Laro gestured curtly at the orderlies who were once more frozen in surprise. The man in his arms remained tense and silent for several seconds as they headed away from the docks.
// Six months... idiot, of course he wouldn't be able to walk properly... I'm surprised he could even stand!... Back on the boat, and then at the dock, that must have been pure adrenaline, and pride. As if he was expecting a fight... What are you so afraid of little cat? 'Are we enemies?'... Who are you running from...? //
"Put me down." The voice was soft but the command was unmistakable.
// So, the little cat has claws...? Or at least thinks he does... nothing seems to rattle him for long. //
"I could do that..." Laro continued to walk smoothly up hill towards the clinic. "It /would/ be a little pointless though, don't you think?" His unwilling passenger fell silent again.
"We're not friends." The soldier raised an eyebrow at the unprovoked statement. Masa was resting his head against his chest, eyes closed.
"What?"
"Back there, you said I was your friend, I'm not."
"Oh... Well it was a figure of speech, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Laro rolled his eyes as his answer provoked another long pause.
"I wasn't uncomfortable, but it is in poor taste to make assumptions about people."
"I see..." The soldier was beginning to feel perplexed at the odd conversation. "Are you saying you don't want to be my friend?"
"... I don't know you. Besides, you don't /want/ to be my friend."
"Why not?"
"I... " Ageless blue eyes blinked open and briefly looked up at him. "Never mind."
"You /are/ a strange one, Masa." Laro cheerfully huffed his confusion as he waited for someone to open the door for him. The rest of the conversation was put on hold as the compound burst into startled activity.
Kuja remained seated quietly on the bed for several minutes after the last orderly had shut the door, his borrowed clothes still folded in a neat bundle beside him. He sat perfectly still, a silent testament to his will as the rest of him demanded that he scream or sob or curl into a small ball and shiver. It would cost him the remains of his pride to admit he was terrified, and pride was all he had left. Finally unbending from the ridged pose as he was left undisturbed, he allowed himself the luxury of curling slightly, bringing his knees up under his chin. The treacherous tail curled around his legs and protectively over his toes. The tip still twitched intermittently in anxiety.
"Stop that," he murmured, knowing it was futile.
// What sort of place /is/ this...? It's not Gaia,
that's for certain... nor Terra neither... I don't think any of these people
have ever seen /anything/ that wasn't a 'full human' before... They kept asking
'how is this possible'... as if I'm going to reveal
// But then
// But then, aren't I supposed to be dead too? //
The silver-haired man tried to force the memories to come. There was the final battle, the fall, Zidane coming to 'rescue him'. // That idiot, never knows when to leave well enough alone, just has to stick his neck out... be noble... self-righteous, overbearing, naive, kind hearted, pathetic, honorable, /twit/. Did you survive too Zidane? Of course you did, just in time for the 'Epilogue' and the 'Happily Ever After'... I bet you even let that little girl of yours have her 'fairy-tale' wedding, white roses and all... /lucky you/...//
// You were always luckier than me... // Scathing honesty was prompt to point out that Zidane had always had more of /everything/ than himself, except for the errors. Zidane was the 'final' to his 'prototype', perfect in every way, except for the one.
//
The dark humor of the old scientist's situation served to distract him briefly. Kuja unclenched his fists and stared at his hands once more. There was no change visible, but he could feel it. It was an aching sort of absence, something that was a part of him for many years was gone. He strained a moment, trying to will it into existence. There was nothing, not even a spark. He was completely powerless. The unfamiliar feeling, and thoughts about his Maker naturally led him to compare past and present.
// Poking and prodding, he too was always poking
and prodding... and /testing/... Did he know that it hurt? Did he /care/? Probably not. But that's what prototypes are for, aren't
they? You test them until they break... Then you use the results to build something
/better/... Except I /didn't/ break, did I,
Warily checking the door, Kuja finally slid off the bed to give himself a quick inspection. Aside from his general weakness, and uncooperative legs, he was in surprisingly good shape. He has been well taken care of while he slept.
// These are a seemingly /friendly/ people anyway... /that/ could be useful... //
He gingerly pulled the well-worn shirt on. The fuzzy fabric hung almost
dress-like, the lower edge falling about mid-thigh. Inspecting the pants
briefly he put them aside for the moment. Any body-shyness he had had as a
child had been removed, first by countless experiments, then by conscious
choice. When he had been given the power to act as he pleased, he had
deliberately chosen costumes that were the antithesis of
// Well... I'm alive... for now. As for /you/
// But where has my magic gone? Where has /all/ of it gone... // He stared out the window, alone with his worries.
"Best to let him have some time to himself, he seemed a little shell-shocked when I examined him... Laro? Where are you going?!"
The dark man slipped quietly from the room, ignoring the doctor's advice and slowly going upstairs. Ing could find nothing out of place with his newly awoken patient, nothing that was not already known anyway. Solitude may have been what Masa desired, but he knew, it wasn't what he /needed/.
// If we leave him alone now... he'll just get paranoid. /Somebody/ has to talk to him, get him to open up a little... or he'll never tell us anything we want to know. And he'll never feel safe. // Laro could remember his first months at the clinic very clearly, it was not an experience he wanted Masa to have.
// No one was 'there' for me... not in the way I needed. They all just assumed... it probably never occurred to them that 'The /Great/ Me' wouldn't mind talking to someone... anyone... Stupid rank, pointless honor, even now they're still a little scared of me... Well, everyone but /him/, it seems. //
The soldier could clearly remember the way the depthless eyes flashed as they glared. Masa, ignorant of stature and history, had been more than willing to challenge him. Physically, the smaller man was weak from months of inactivity, but the mind, the person behind those fascinating eyes, /he/ was no one to be underestimated. Laro grinned to himself as he carefully took the steps one-at-a-time. It may have been pride that made Masa attempt to walk, but it was certainly the same that had motivated Laro to carry him across town. His knees were more than willing to remind him that muscular strength was nothing if one's joints were incapable of bearing the load. They were already complaining at the recent abuse.
// And what did we think we were doing? Hmmm? There were no less than three people who could've easily carried him... it didn't have to be you. //
// He didn't trust them! //
// He doesn't trust /you/! //
// Better me than a complete stranger. //
// You were showing off, you /want/ him to like you! //
// ... So...? //
// He won't! //
// It doesn't matter... //
// Doesn't it? // He closed his eyes, wishing his cynical side would shut up, and softly knocked on the door.
"Masa? Can I come in?" Laro felt almost childlike as he peeked around the edge of the door into the quiet sunlit room. His eyes quickly sought out the small lump on the bed. Legs tucked into his over-sized shirt, the delicate man leaned against the wall seeming to have been interrupted from meditating on the view. His stare was quizzical. The soldier froze for a moment under the cool appraisal then shut the door behind him.
"Hello. Thought I'd see how you were doing." Silver hair fluttered in the sea breeze as the head turned, Masa resumed his study of the ocean.
// Well... he's stubborn... I'll grant him that... but God he's cute. And am I crazy or is he not wearing any... // The body shifted slightly revealing a glimpse of a smooth thigh and calf.
// No... he's not. // The soldier promptly squashed a wave of giddiness. // Oh Grow Up, Laro... You're thirty not thirteen! //
He forced his eyes to pick some /other/ feature of the room to preoccupy themselves with. They immediately found the crumpled shape of the pants, abandoned on the floor.
// Yeah, right. At thirteen I'd have gotten a nosebleed and passed out... //
Laro scooped up the offending article of clothing and refolded it neatly. "These /are/ a little big for you, aren't they. Hell, they're probable big for /me/... and I'm considered tall in these parts..." The smaller man seemed to finally collect himself and turned to watch his visitor settle himself on a chair.
"What are you doing?"
"Sitting down."
"Why?"
"Because my knees are killing me."
Masa frowned in frustration as the true question was innocently ignored. He tried to rephrase. "Why don't you go sit /somewhere else/...? /Your/ room perhaps... I assume you live here."
The soldier laughed at his expression, confusing him further. "You assume correctly, I too am a patient here... I sit /here/ because it is convenient. And because I want to talk to you."
"Why?"
"Well... to get to know you, I guess." Laro scratched his head. Having a conversation with the man was not un-akin to attempting to roll square boulders... uphill. Judging by the small frown, it was trying for his companion as well.
// Stop being so defensive, kitten. I'd help if you let me... //
"Your healer already asked me questions."
"I know, he told me, but I want to ask different ones."
"Are all patients here as nosey as you?"
"Nope, just me." He couldn't help but grin at the nonplused expression.
"You're laughing at me."
"No, I'm teasing you, there's a difference."
// This man... is exasperating! //
Kuja fought the urge to sigh in frustration, or to reach out and smack his unwelcome visitor. The man was after all, far bigger than he was.
// He's probably of a height with Garland... but looks as though he could have snapped the old man across his knee... and me without my magic? Yes, let's not pick fights with the giant... //
"Why are you 'teasing' me?" He surrender to the persistent man and
allowed himself to be baited into the conversation. It was distracting if
nothing else. Kuja watched the cheerful man and
realized he had no real desire to be alone. His thoughts ceaselessly returned
to its nervous calculations.
// 'Until Zidane was ready to replace you'... ? By that Logic I should've keeled over months ago... or was he implying when the brat came of age? Or is there some other measure? And then I've gone and wasted six months! Ahhh, this is pointless... just let it go, there's nothing you can do, for now anyway... //
"It got you to relax, didn't it? You looked like you were about to start on your fingernails when I came in."
// Again with that smile... perfectly relaxed, not a care in the world... So like Zidane when he is happy... I envy you, Laro. Who are you? Why are you here? What have you to gain by talking to me? //
Kuja stared for a moment at the innocent looking man. "A bargain for you... a question for a question..."
"By those rules, I should get six free. You've been nothing but questions since I sat down." The gentle smile implied that he wasn't offended.
"I... it /was/ a little crass wasn't it..." The tiny apology came naturally, although later on the silver-haired man was surprised at the gesture. Apologizing had never been something he had volunteered to do.
// A new place, new rules, he doesn't know what I am... what I've /done/... and he won't... not unless I tell him. So what /do/ I tell him...? and why do I care what he thinks? // Kuja watched as his new-found companion waved the attempted apology away and smiled again.
"I don't mind, if I was you I'd be full of questions too... so... who gets to start?"
// He... why is he so kind? As if he /wants/ me to like him... what's the catch? //
"I do." He almost smirked at the taller man's amused expression. "When you knocked before... was that a 'greeting'? You used it on the boat too, but I don't understand the word... What does 'masa' mean?"
Laro blinked in surprise and sat back. "My lord, I completely forgot... it's just become habit I guess... I didn't think to ask..."
"Ask what?"
"'Masa'... it's... Well, it's your name..."
"What?"
"Well we had to call you /something/ for the last six months... and you weren't precisely volunteering information..."
"Someone /renamed/ me?!"
"Now that you're awake we can call you something new! It's ok!"
"Masa?!"
"Yes... I assume you'd prefer something else?" Kuja stared at the placating man, still stunned by the information.
// Six months... remember, they've know /you/ for six months... Long enough to give you a name at the very least... dear god... //
It took him a moment to find his voice. "I have a name..." Dark eyes watched him expectantly, and for a moment he hesitated.
// It doesn't matter if he knows it or not! It's only a name, it doesn't mean /anything/... This /isn't/ Gaia... he doesn't know... //
// I don't /want/ him to know... //
"I am called... Kuja."
// I /want/ him to like me. //
// So many secrets... //
Laro sat lazily in the sunny courtyard and watched the butterflies skip their way through the air in small burst of color. Usually, he hated days like this. His every joint was inexplicably swollen and uncooperative. All but crippled, he would generally stay in the clinic feeling useless. It wasn't as bad as it could be, his mind shied away from the memory of other relapses. The pain was a constant buzz, but not all consuming. He also had the benefit of a captivating distraction. He was attempting to solve a puzzle.
// Ah, the question of the hour... or rather of the past several days... 'Who /is/ Masa?' Or rather 'Kuja'... as that's his real name. That'll take some getting used to I think. // He sipped at the bitter herbal tea, more to make the nurses feel better than out of any hope that it would relieve the constant twinges.
// He's slow to open up to conversation, and when he /does/ talk... he shies away from talking about himself. He'll listen... and ask... but when I want to know something about /him/... it's like there's this wall I can't get past. Half the time he says he can't remember... but then sometimes he describes /some/ things in such detail... I get the distinct impression that I'm getting the censored version. What is he not telling us...? //
Ignoring the lancing pain, he carefully propped his feet up on the hassock, attempting to find a more comfortable angle. It didn't work.
// What a depressing way of wasting a day... // He had wanted to go lend some support to his new friend, but his body had decided early in the morning that it was not to be. Instead of watching the younger man go through the often grueling day of therapy, he found himself whisked out into the courtyard garden by two of the burlier orderlies. They had to all but carry him from his room. Somewhere on the other side of the compound, Kuja was undoubtedly being handed a pair of canes and being told to walk various straight lines over and over for practice.
// I can almost see his face too... that mix of frustration, resentment and obstinate pride... /There/ is a man determined not to have to rely on /anyone/... He'll walk again, even if it kills him... // Laro let his head fall back into the pillow. // I wonder if he noticed that I'm not there... // The pathetic tone of the unbidden thought almost made him laugh.
// Oh great... I /must/ be
depressed... It's barely
His logical side was more than happy to volunteer that 'it' would /never/ be like that. The rest of him told his logic to stick its head in a bucket and be quiet. Pushing personal foolishness aside, he watched the clouds idly and wondered what it would be like to live on the opposite side of the sky, and to wonder how it was possible for Kuja to have found his way to earth.
// There /had/ to be a ship... the Selwe came on ships... great dark ones... Did he come from one of theirs? Was he a prisoner? He says he remembers darkness... and expecting to die... but nothing afterwards. When he fell... I saw nothing. I still don't know how he survived... Kuja... Masa.... Masa Kuja... and I thought calling you 'Masa' was poetic and silly...'the fallen one'. Well he /did/ fall from the sky... it made a sort of sense! Dr. Ing's eyes nearly popped when he heard your /real/ name. A scholarly in-joke, certainly... but still... this time it's not /my/ doing. Another omen perhaps? If by some chance you ever do decide to use 'Masa' as your family name... people will certainly remember it. How poetic, how appropriate... a 'fallen avatar'... Or 'Divine Messenger' even... You look the part at least... when you're angry... your eyes seem to look right /through/ a person. //
A frustrated thumping noise distracted him from his reverie and he paused a moment to try and decipher the origin. The slow rhythmic taping grew slowly louder then stopped. Curiosity getting the better of pain, Laro raised his head to and chuckled in surprise. At the far end of the wooden deck, Kuja was leaning heavily on a longish walking stick, watching him. After a moment's hesitance, he thumped his way closer, encouraged by the darker man's vague wave. The soldier gave some serious thought to trying to sit up, but then surrendered to the inevitable. A shadow slid across his face.
"You're sick?" Darkened blue eyes stared down at him, what could have been faint concern in their depths.
"Something like that." He forced his uncooperative muscles into the semblance of a smile.
"You weren't there this morning..."
// Well... Isn't that interesting... He did notice! // Laro's cynical side wasn't impressed.
"Sorry about that..." The soldier watched as his weary companion dragged a chair closer and sat down with a sigh. They were silent for a time and he took advantage of it to study his new friend's latest alterations. Soon after the man had awoken, someone had taken the time to find him some more reasonable clothing, and tailor it a little for his unique needs. It wasn't particularly stylish, more in keeping with Laro's own soft cotton, but the washed-out grays only made the large eyes more colorful; their shading today an echo of the sky's summer-blue. The fine-boned hands were tucked childlike under his knees. His long tail -curving to its own silent melody- hovered a few inches above the sun-warmed planks. Laro looked up from its motions to find himself being watched in turn. "I see they're still trying to find you a pair of shoes..."
He received a tiny smile for his effort, and it gratified him deeply. "Yes... they tried again this morning but they pinched my toes... at this rate they'll be making me sandals."
"They'll probably have to make them special, none of your average fishermen have feet as small as yours or such particular toes... although given their craft; they're probably envious."
"How do you see that?" Kuja was genuinely curious.
"I imagine that having longer toes than average would make climbing rope ladders and masts a snap."
The silver-haired man had obviously never considered the idea before as he stretched out his feet and splayed the elongated toes with new found curiosity. "I suppose so... I've never climbed one before..."
"You've been on boats, surely!"
Thin shoulders shrugged philosophically, "Only as a passenger."
"Sailing is grand fun... I should teach you some time... " Laro grinned.
"... But not today from the look of it. Are you... alright?" The cat-man struggled with the question, seeming uncertain if it was polite to inquire.
"Well enough... and you?"
"Tired. Your Dr. Ing is something of a taskmaster... " The soldier smiled at the description of the overly energetic director of the clinic, and waited to see what was on the other man's mind. "You... you don't look well..." He raised an eyebrow at the hesitant statement, unsure of how to respond.
"I mean... before... you didn't seem sick at all... but now you do..."
"The doctors say it's an episodic sort of thing... it used to be much worse... lately it's only bad for a day or so..."
"Can't they heal you?"
Laro laughed softly. "They don't even know what's wrong with me... much less how to heal it."
"Why would it matter what was wrong with you? Healing a person is as easy as... " The soft voice trailed off suddenly as a look of comprehension swept the elegant features. Curious, the dark man stared at his fidgeting companion.
"... a easy as...?"
It was no good, Kuja refused to meet his eye. He watched in silence as the smaller man stared down at his hands seeming displeased with what he saw there.
// There's no magic here... none at all... no mages, no Mist, no monsters... no 'village healer'... /nothing/. How do they do it? How can a world survive without magic? If I were at full strength it'd be so simple to simply touch him and fix it... whatever was wrong... There'd be no need for herbs, or therapies, or any of these painful smelly remedies... I could /fix/ it with a word, a thought even. Instead, all I can do is watch. //
The mage's eyes narrowed in irritation at the half cup of medicinal tea. // If I had my strength...// Dark eyes seemed to laugh at him. "What's so funny?"
"You."
The simple answer distracted him completely from his frustration. There was something terribly charismatic about the large man, even bundled in blankets and obviously in pain, Laro was magnetic. He had a sudden crazy urge to smooth back the damp hair and then trail his fingers along the pale scar on the man's cheek, to somehow soothe some of the pain away from the tired eyes. Kuja growled silently and sat once again on his hands.
"And /why/ am I so funny?"
The dark eyes only twinkled again, generous lips twitching into a half smile. "You... you go through emotions like a little girl trying on dresses... never settling on one for long... Every time you switch, your tail does something new... it's like watching a kitten, first they're happy, then ferocious, then embarrassed, and then they go run off after something new... I half expect to see you climbing trees and chasing the butterflies..."
Uncertain whether to take offence or curl into a ball of embarrassment, Kuja glared at the treacherous appendage. "I should have lopped you off years ago," he grumbled silently to himself. The tail didn't care. It continued to vibrate, reflecting his embarrassment. He closed his eyes and concentrated, forcing himself to calm down and curling the silvery fur up behind him and out of sight.
// I /would/ have too... if I had any stomach for
self-inflicted pain... but no... its hardly an easy
angle to remove by one's self... and asking for help would've been impossible.
So I hid it... It wasn't just contrariness that made me choose a skirt,
"Hardly... I've never chased butterflies."
// Now why in hell did I say that...? //
"What... Not even as a child?" The dark man didn't seem to notice anything amiss.
"There weren't any where I grew up."
"You chased your brother then..."
Kuja snorted in amusement at the idea. "No, we weren't raised together. I was treated as an only-child."
"Oh. It must have been lonely for you." Stormy blue eyes looked up in surprise at the innocent comment, but Laro was watching the clouds through half-lidded eyes, almost asleep.
// You... Damn you, Laro!... What do you want from me? What do you expect me to say...? 'Yes, I was miserable'...? 'Yes, I hated every moment of my life up until the day I was fourteen'...? What do you care? Why do you care? // Watching the man slowly drift to sleep, an odd idea struck him.
// Maybe... maybe you didn't expect me to say anything... maybe you were just ... what, offering sympathy? Understanding? Is this what friends do? // Feeling nothing but confusion, Kuja quietly watched the bundled man sleep until the evening's small rain shower made the nurses moved them both indoors. He could find no simple answers.
Lunar
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