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[color=gray]The family bonds that Argus and Juno had were something that caused Trixie to turn cold, if only for a moment. The interactions between the two were a lot like the ones she had when she traveled with her father, long before he had been taken from her and she abandoned to the streets with nothing but a red cloak. She missed it, because of course she did, but there was no changing the past. The phrase “live for tomorrow.” echoed in her head – her father's favorite catchphrase. It wasn't like she had any other choice but to move on and not dwell on such sad memories. Even now, she didn't understand what the words meant.

Trixie snorted, trying to bypass the anxiety of her regrets as she picked up her hammer from against a nearby counter. [color=F8733B][b]“I'm ready to go whenever. Just point the way.”[/b][/color] 
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