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The older man continued rubbing his stinging cheek, walking past the disabled Quail and taking a seat on a lounge chair, sighing deeply.

"... Her Depression is getting worse, Treolark," his voice was ominously hushed, his gaze deteriortating from it's life as it filled with despair and guilt.