[indent][indent][i] Frutz did not like Jules’ response. 

“Call it even?” His mechanical hand slaps Jules’ away, rejecting the gesture. “Were you even listening? How about you serve as many campaigns as we have, huh? Watch your fellow Forkies get ripped apart by Lancer Sharks, get killed on sight by Puricons, or how about watching them drown while you can’t do a damn thing about it! No, buddy, the only prank being pulled around here was letting you Tridents think you’re some kind of heroes!” 

“Relax, Frutz.” Gruden said, more as a plea than a demand. Dynafil shook her head, eyes now somber. Clearly, whatever joke the trio was trying to pull had backfired. If Frutz could shed a tear for the fallen he would. Instead, he walks near Uruna. Unlike before, he doesn’t tap the glass like a nuisance. Frutz leans his forehead against it and closes his eyes. “Damn it all...” 

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