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[Oh, he's not hurt. But the look on his face as the chair breaks apart is clearly one of devastation. How was he going to get around? How was he going to even function now? There's no way it could be repaired... would he have to spend the rest of his days confined to a bed until this illness finally took him...?]

[All those thoughts and more course through his mind, until Mia stands between Sync and him.] ...M-Mia?

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