The night didn't feel long.
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It felt… precise.
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Every second had direction.
Every action had purpose.
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Inside his room, Izuya didn't stop.
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The laptop screen flickered between data sets.
Logs.
Messages.
Hidden archives.
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His fingers moved without hesitation.
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No wasted motion.
No unnecessary thought.
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Inside the Void—
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Time stretched further.
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Forty hours.
Fifty.
Sixty.
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The digital world unfolded layer by layer.
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Nothing stayed hidden.
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Not from him.
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"…Found you," he murmured.
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The culprit's profile stood in front of him.
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Not just a username now.
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A person.
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Connections.
Patterns.
Behavior.
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The Azure Bird perched above.
Silent.
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Izuya didn't stop there.
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He went deeper.
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Financial traces.
Private communications.
Deleted interactions.
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And then—
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he saw it.
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A pattern of intimidation.
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Not just his father.
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Others too.
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Smaller cases.
Similar structure.
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Provoke.
Trigger.
Edit.
Report.
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"…You've done this before," Izuya said quietly.
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The realization settled.
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This wasn't random.
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This was a method.
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But—
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something still didn't fit.
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"…Too confident," he muttered.
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The person acted without fear.
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Without hesitation.
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As if—
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they knew they wouldn't be challenged.
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Izuya stopped.
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"…Or expected no one could trace it."
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The Void shifted.
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The entire structure connected.
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And then—
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he saw the final piece.
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A private account.
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Hidden behind layers.
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Connected to the culprit.
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But not directly.
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Izuya stared at it.
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Longer than before.
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"…You're not alone," he said.
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Back in reality—
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his eyes opened slowly.
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The room felt quieter.
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But heavier.
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He looked at the clock.
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12:11 AM
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Six hours had passed.
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Inside—
more than sixty.
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"…Enough," he said.
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He compiled everything.
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Evidence.
Original post.
Deleted apology.
Manipulated timeline.
Hidden messages.
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Clean.
Organized.
Precise.
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Then—
he paused.
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Because this was the point.
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He could send it to authorities.
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End it properly.
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Slowly.
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Legally.
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Or—
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he could end it now.
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Izuya stared at the screen.
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Thinking.
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"…Faster is better," he decided.
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His fingers moved again.
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A message window opened.
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To the culprit.
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He typed.
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"I have everything."
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Pause.
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Then—
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"Original post. Deleted apology. Edited logs."
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Another pause.
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Then—
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"And the accounts you thought were hidden."
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He didn't send it yet.
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Instead—
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he attached files.
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Proof.
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Clear.
Undeniable.
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Then—
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final line:
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"Withdraw the case."
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A pause.
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"Or lose everything."
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Silence.
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Then—
he sent it.
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The message disappeared.
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Delivered.
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Izuya leaned back.
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"…Done."
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For a moment—
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nothing happened.
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Then—
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his screen flickered slightly.
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A new message appeared.
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Not from the culprit.
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Unknown source.
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"Efficient."
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Izuya's eyes narrowed slightly.
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He didn't need to guess.
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"…You're watching," he muttered.
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Another message appeared.
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"You chose action."
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A pause.
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"Interesting."
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Izuya stared at the screen.
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"…You planned this," he said quietly.
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No response.
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Silence.
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Then—
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the original chat responded.
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The culprit.
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Messages came rapidly.
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"Wait—"
"How did you—"
"Delete this—"
"I'll withdraw it—"
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Izuya didn't reply.
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He closed the laptop.
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"…Problem solved," he muttered.
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Morning came quietly.
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At breakfast—
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his father's phone rang.
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He answered.
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Listened.
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Then—
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"…I understand," he said.
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He hung up.
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Silence.
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His mother looked at him.
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"…What happened?"
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His father exhaled slowly.
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"The complaint…"
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Pause.
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"…has been withdrawn."
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Silence.
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"…What?" she whispered.
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"They said it was a misunderstanding."
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She sat down slowly.
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Relief flooding her face.
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"That's… that's good."
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His father nodded.
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"…Yes."
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He looked toward Izuya.
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For a brief second—
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just a second—
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something in his eyes changed.
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"…Thank you," he said quietly.
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Izuya paused.
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"…For what?"
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His father smiled faintly.
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"…For nothing."
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Izuya looked away.
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"…Yeah."
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Later—
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on the way to school—
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Izuya walked the same path.
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Same steps.
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Same silence.
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But something had changed.
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Not outside.
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Inside.
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"…So this is what happens," he murmured.
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When he reached the gate—
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Arthur was already there.
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Waiting.
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Their eyes met.
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Arthur spoke first.
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"You solved it."
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Izuya replied calmly.
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"Yes."
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A pause.
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Then—
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Arthur said:
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"And you chose speed over system."
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Izuya looked at him.
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"…It worked."
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Arthur nodded.
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"…For now."
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Silence.
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Then—
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Arthur stepped slightly closer.
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"And now," he said,
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"…you've stepped into the game."
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Izuya frowned slightly.
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"…I didn't join anything."
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Arthur's expression remained calm.
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"You acted."
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Pause.
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"That's enough."
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Silence.
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For the first time—
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Izuya didn't deny it.
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Because he knew—
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Arthur was right.
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The moment he chose to act—
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he stopped being a spectator.
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And the world—
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quiet or not—
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would no longer leave him alone.