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Могу вас заверить, я не в настроении шутить.
(I can assure you, I am not in a joking mood.)
In the back of her mind, she knew this was the best course of action. The path of least resistance. She could be calm. She would be calm. Shaw was safe. Jessica was fine. She, herself, was alive. Things could have gone sideways, upside-down, topsy-turvy…
…fine.
…you’re right.
I’m just…
Tired? Angry? Frustrated? A shell of your former self?
All of the above.
Fuckity fuck-fuck indeed.
I’ll make this quick.
“If you’re going to meet with Lin and Kal’tsit,” said Jessica, “then I want to, um, come with you. Just in case.”
“Just in case?” Lyudmila snorted. “You don’t trust me not to make a scene?”
Jessica sucked in her lips. “I-I didn’t say that, I just—”
“Smart,” Lyudmila conceded. “Fine. Let’s go.”
“Oh!” Jessica blinked with visible surprise. “Um, okay…!”
The duo walked past various operators and staffers. Lyudmila never greeted the ones she knew from beforehand; from the past. Some looked at her with suspicion, others with scorn. Some of them even looked like they pitied her, and that’s what bothered Lyudmila more than anything else.
One way or another, I’m getting my answers.
…and you know damn well who the rabbit is.
He’ll know what’s going on. He can tell me everything.
He’ll know about…
Lyudmila blinked. She was standing in front of Kal’tsit’s office before she knew it, and she was right to suspect that a bodyguard would be posted just outside. She expected someone from Rhodes Island would be stationed just beside the lime-colored cat’s door, and that was her present point of failure; of wrongness.
The man leaning against the wall next to Kal’tsit’s office door was much taller than she was. Taller and somehow angrier. His arms were crossed over his chest, and Jessica shrank nervously beneath his piercing glare.
“You can’t come in,” he told them immediately.
“It’s urgent,” said Lyudmila. She knew it wasn’t convincing enough.
“I’m sure it is,” said the man. “But I’ve got my orders.”
He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, and he turned his glare from Jessica to Lyudmila herself.
“And you? You’re definitely not coming in,” said the man.
Lyudmila recognized him, of course. He came to Rhodes Island with that bunny boy husband of his. This was the other Mr. Langley. This was Dustin.
And as far as Lyudmila knew, the Langleys were the source of all this trouble. She was confidant she could wrestle Cole to the ground and snap his neck like a twig. Dustin? It would take a surprise attack of some kind, and she was already at a disadvantage with how harshly he glared her way.
He was a strong Lupo, his stony expression and alertness giving him an air of vigilance. His hair was short and dark, and he was dressed in HASCO’s shades of green. He wouldn’t look out of place in a war zone, Lyudmila thought; he might camouflage well with those colors and veneer of meanness.
But Lyudmila didn’t want to be his friend. Frankly, as far as she was concerned, Dustin bled the same as his husband. Her entire body tensed before she knew it, like she was readying herself for a fight, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Dustin himself.
“I’m here to see Dr. Kal’tsit,” Lyudmila repeated.
“I don’t care,” replied Dustin. “They told me you’re not allowed in.”
“And you’re the muscle?”
“I’m your reminder to think before you take another step.” He seemed to catch himself in his foul mood and shook his head before adding, “they’re discussing what’s next. They don’t need you to distract them.”
“The situation in Lungmen—” was all Lyudmila could say before he cut her off.
“They know. They’re working on it.” He gestured for both Lyudmila and Jessica to leave. “They’ll call for you when they’re ready. Go visit the medical wing, or otherwise occupy yourself.”
Well, now I want to punch *this guy* in the face instead.
L̶i̸͞v’s head pulsed with sudden p̡̀̕a̢̛͜i̵n͘.̴
Damn it… I need to…
“Lyudmila?” Jessica asked, reaching out to put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “M-maybe you should lie down… you did just come from active conflict, after all…”
“That’s a good idea,” said Dustin, shooing her off. “Go lie down, and the others will come and get you when they’re ready.”
Lyudmila opened her mouth to s̢̛á̕͜y͞ ̸̡̨s̴̕o̴̵̸me̵̕t͠͠h͡i̸̶͞n̛͠g̢͠..̛͝.
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Dr. Kal’tsit’s door opened.
open.
open.
open.
Dustin Langley stepped off the wall. pǝddǝʇs ɐllᴉɯpnʎ˥ aside as she held her head with a pained wince.
The woman of the hour. The esteemed, infamous Dr. Kal’tsit.
Lyudmila hated her.
Hated her.
Hated how typical she looked, even now. Completely and utterly neutral, even despite the circumstances. Never mind the fact she almost died. Never mind the fact Lungmen was suffering countless casualties, or whatever. This green bitch couldn’t seem to care less.
Why?
Why?
WHy?
˙ǝƃuɐɥɔ ʇou pᴉp uoᴉssǝɹdxǝ s,lǝƃuɐ ǝɥ┴
˙pǝʞsɐ puɐlddɐ˥ ,,¿ᄅ ʇɔǝɾqns sᴉ ǝɹǝɥM,,
Expression? Look? Facial Expression? Facing? Face? Countenance? Visage? Manifestation? REFLECTiON?
Th1 13 9 25 1 walked behin~d after Kal’tsit. Head down. Eyes sunken. Tired. She was tired. She was so tired. She was exhausted. She was so exhausted. She was done. She was so done. She was finished. She was so finished. She was sorry. She was so sorry. I never meant for this to happen. We were only trying to help.
How frozen Liv became and powerless then,
Ask it not, reader, for I write it not,
Because all language would be insufficient.
Llll
afather
Behind the Doctor.
She watched them go, and they walked with purpose. Dr. Kal’tsit and the one she knew as the Doctor. Side by side, they walked, onward—but to what end?
Lyudmila cursed aloud and ran to stop them. Jessica held her face and looked on in horror as Dustin stopped Lyudmila where she stood, coming up to wrap a bulky arm around her neck.
Noise. The beating of a locust’s wings.
Then He spoke: “Dustin, wait! There’s no need for that!”
Finally, Kal’tsit and the Doctor turned around. They looked at Lyudmila like she was a fucking bug. Fucking ugly. Fucking disgusting. Fucking grotesque. You should just kill yourself before it gets worse.
Lyudmila’s eyes widened as she stared at them. Stared at the Doctor. Stared at Kal’tsit.
Stared at Cole Langley and Amiya.
Standing together. Worried together.
Lyudmila would remember how funny they looked together. They stuck out like a pair of sore thumbs, worried like that. They almost looked like siblings. Pale skin. Brown hares.
“Dustin,” Cole said, raising his hand in a placating gesture, “stop.”
“She’s trying to cause trouble,” said Dustin, keeping Lyudmila bound in front of him. Lyudmila growled as she thrashed in his grasp, though she shuddered when Dustin leaned in to smell her. No doubt he knew her secret now.
“Just leave her,” said Cole. “We have important things to worry about…”
Lyudmila nearly snapped at him, bound like the animal she was. She looked at Amiya, who cast her gaze to the ground. She was starting to look more like Kal’tsit, Lyudmila thought. Careless. Cold.
It was the Doctor that Lyudmila couldn’t read. Even Kal’tsit finally turned away with disdain to walk on, and the Doctor followed after a moment’s pause, having said nothing.
“Cole,” Amiya said. Her voice was so soft and somehow unreal. It was like falling snow for a reason Lyudmila couldn’t rightfully place. “We have to go, now… please don’t cause trouble for Lyudmila. She’s been through so much…”
“Dustin,” Cole said, “let her go. Please… just forget it.”
Dustin snorted. He leaned in closer to Lyudmila and sniffed against her neck before releasing her, letting her fall to her hands and knees on the ground in front of them. Humiliated.
“I’m right behind you,” said Dustin, cracking his knuckles. “Hurry on, before the doctors leave you.”
Cole bit his lip. He looked like he wanted to say something to Lyudmila, but after catching sight of that expression of hers, he decided to turn around and keep walking. Amiya frowned in the face of Lyudmila, and like Cole, it seemed like there was something she wanted to say.
“I’m sorry,” said Amiya. “I’m so sorry, Lyudmila. I wish I could talk to you, but IIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiii;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;Liv presses the GOOD button. Everything melts and bleeds into a hypnotic swirl.
Dustin scoffed when he passed. The last thing he said to Lyu8dmila actually stung.
“Fake fucking Lupo.”
And then he was gone.
Jessica touched Liv’s shoulder, helping her up. The keypad once again buzzes and blinks with declination. It's time to wake up.~̸̵̝͈̙̦̜̦̲͈͙͓̜͓̣̝̩̺̙̟ͣ̐ͥ͗̓̔͛̿ͯ̿̓̚a̹͍͍̻̯͕͎̿̒͒̒͢͠͡ț̙̳̼̪͖͍̥̎̉̎͌̍͟͢͜͞ͅḩ̩̰͓̥͖̲̖̳ͩ̽̊ͤ̀͢͠͠ͅ8̸͙̥͕͚̬͙͕͋̎̎̃̈́ͬ̔̂̋ͣͫͪ̅ͥͫ̚͠#̧̞̝͔̲̯͈̉ͫ̌͂̔̆̒́ͦͩ̇͟͢;̵̸͍̭̱̘͚͉ͦͧ̍ͯ̏ͮͣ̽̒͒ͭ͋̈̍͊̋̏̚͞͞~̷̝͖͍̖̣͕͖͓̼͔̩͕̼̩̥̂ͮ͊̀̀͟a̵̴̡̨̻̜͕̥̪̗͖̞̒̏ͥ̄̈́ͧ͒̆̍ͥͨͥͥ͒ͪͧ̕ţ͓̦͎̭̻̤̘̲̘͎̟͔̼̞̑͗͒̄̽̅̓͗ͧ́ͫͫ̔̆͊͒͟ͅḩ͉̼̦͕̩̤̬̲̮͍̘̣̣͙̭̑͋͋̽ͤ̔͑͒ͧ̍̅͒̿͡8̸̨͖͎̟̝͉̗̟̫̗̻̙͔͒̃ͦ͂́̉͜͢#̷̫̲̖̗͊ͨͥͥ̾ͣ̽̍̄̓̓͆̈́̚͞;̐̎̂̇̄̓̌̒̈҉̶̳̺̙̹̭͖̗̬̯ͅͅ~̢̤̜̫̬̰̝̪͐͒̇̉̊̎ͩ͋ͣ͟͝ą̡̠͕̟͙̟̳̬̹̥̞̻͖̱͇̳͖̤̳̣͒̑̇̌̓ͮͪͨ͋͛͛̓ͯṫ̸͈̹͚͇͙͉̮̗̄̇̈͆̊ͤ̔̓̃͛͜ͅḥ̨̼̺̭̪̗̲̺̖̯̫̰̘̤̖͕̪͈̙͑ͧͪͥ̌͌͊͂̂͐̋̀̅͂̀̓ͦ̚͡͠͝8̵̖̜͖̬̪̰̠̰̣̦̠̲͖̟ͧ̈̉ͅ#̴̵͙̰̠̟͍̠͍̮͉̆̔͊̒͒̂ͥ͊́̚̕;̤̭̘̩͕̭̈́͗ͭ̈̂̌̅ͯ̉̀͆̓̀͟͝͡~̷̨̗̭̞̤̈́̄̓ͤͥ̄̌͌ͣ̎̀͆̈́̓ͯ͠ͅa̴̧̰͖̟̳̺̗̞̜̦̬͚ͩ͆̂̅ͩ̈̿̇̾̽͐̀͟͠tͬ̑ͪͧͯ̔ͭͬͧ̀ͦ҉͏͏̹̝̝͚̯͖̠ͅh̸̝͚̜̙̿ͪ̽̐ͪ̉͊̍̎͆͗̌ͣ̏̉͒ͭͯ͝8̵̷ͩ̾̊͊̔̐̉͘҉͕̯̤̫̱͎͓͔#̶̨̨̙̳̯̙͔͍̰͓͕͖͔̰̟̗͈̟͕̣̬ͯ̾͛ͤ̔ͮ̔ͦ͜͡;̸̙͕͓̺̠̮͇͚̰̳̜̉͊͛ͪ̓͌ͦͬ̂̂̕͢~̫̳̜̙̳̣̳̯̘̦̖̖̩͚̬̝̄̈́ͥͭ͘͜͝ͅą͔͇͍̥͎̖͔̗͔̙͕͎̺ͨͬ̂͐̓̽̀́t̶̳̻̘̟͉̻̰̟͉̥̻̥͙͎͎͉͋ͮ̃͛ͥ͛ͥͬͪͥ͗ͪ͋͞ͅh͛̒̔̉̄̆̌́́҉̰̱̝̲̫̭̦̬̦̻͎̝͜8̨̧̝̭̤̟̮ͨ̽̈ͬ̓̀͊͠#̩͙̪͚̹͍̻̤͕̮̘̝̙̱̖͙̯̝̂ͪ̋̋ͪ͂͑͂ͯ̊ͩ͊̋͡;̵̡̢̺͉̜̲͍̼͔̿̋̈ͤͯ͆ͪ̿ͅ~̶̴̞͍͍̪̝̘̪̲̜̞͇̘͖͖̩̿̽̊̊̈́ͧͮͣ̐̔̑̆̀̚͝͝ͅä̴͎͎̬͖͇̖̰̂̔̈ͮ̾͌̋ͣ̏ͮ̚͞ͅt͊̆͐ͥ̒̂̀͊ͤ̌ͩ́҉̗͎̯̼̘̞̠̳̩̟̤̯̣͎̥h̅̎͌ͪ̒ͧ̓ͫ̿̀͛҉̵̭̱̼̗̱̬̮̮͉͔̱̯͍̜̦̟͖̮͜8̸̲͚̼̣̊̏͌̑͆͗̃͠͠#̶̡̪̠͕̻̳͕̗̳͗̓ͮ̿ͯͬͭ͋̆̓ͯ̏ͦͥ;͂̽̓͊͐͌ͧ͌͏̶͡͞͏͉̹̦̼̯̟̘~̧̘̝͖̫̟̤̩̂̿̋ͤͪ̑̈́ͮͫͫ̀́̚a̷̧̝̬̥̜̗̙̥͓̱͇͔͍̻̳͓ͧ̍̉͌̂͋ͩ̄͆̾̓̒̿ͅͅͅt̷̼̱̰̳͖̤͐̃̍̋͐̆̐͊̒͛̀ͨ̿͞h̸̸̢͓͉̥͓̻̮̰̫͖̬̼̩̗̲̰̗̅̊̏̿ͣ̿̔̃̾͊ͯ͋͌̂̂ͬ̐͞8̨̠̼̘̲̤̣̥̲̬̭̜ͮ̀̉̂͂͗́͛ͭͦ͛̃̔̆̅ͅ#̶̧̟̰͇̼̠̳̤͚̞̙̺̃͌̊͒̄̎͊̾̍͐ͯ̽̀͘͜ͅ;̶̢̨͉̦̭͇̍͗͐̾ͪ͑͂̈́͠͞~̸̧̢̛̩̼̙̜͕͍̾͒̊̄͒͢ą̷̦͕͓̺̗̜ͥ̓̎ͫ̒̒̿̄̓̆͛ͩͅt̷͇͓̻̦͕̻̻̻͕̳͖̹͖̹̺̅ͨ͛͂͒́̈́̽͒ͯͫ̇ͥͤ̄̕͢͟͜h̛̎̒̔̋ͯ̂ͨͯͣ̒ͨ͌̑͊ͥ̓ͮ̀͏̕҉̪̮̺̹͖̼͙8̇̑ͨ̋̎̚҉̶̡̧̗̖̗̣͚͈͇͖̲̹͍͓̟͈̣̬͓͇#̰̠̲͍̖̬͉͇̺̗̦̣̓ͯ̌̋̈́̃̏͆̏ͧͮ̅̈́͌̕͢ͅ;̧̛̯̘̼͖̀͂ͯ̅̈̌̓ͩͫͩͭ͟͝͡
ͫ̿̂ͮ͛̿̒͠҉̵͓̮̟̹̦̲̹͝~̨̧̫͇̩̯̟̙̳̳̤̹̟̩͍̰̺̯̎̆ͤ̅ͤ̒ͥ̍͋ͧ͛̏͊͊͆͛͞a̴̸̡̢̜͖̻̪̰̞̜͈̣̫̖͓̩̗̪̩͆̓͑ͩ͢tͨ̒͒͆͊̌̌ͩͣ̂ͪ͒̓҉̴̷̩͍̫̦̯̣̯̫̳̬h̴ͤ͆ͥ͌̆̑̃̂͗̏̚͢͏̢͙̳̦͇̳̰̪̫͓̥̺̹̰̖̹͈͇̜̻̕8̸̼̩͉͉͖̩͎̲̞̱̯̖̙̟̥̱͇̦̆̓̆̍̓̑̈̍ͪ̉̇͆͗̾ͫ͘͡ͅ#̸̤̫̞̥̘̭̝̜̲̙̦͍͖̪͉̣̯̰̈́ͦ̑͑̇̾ͧ͑̐̀;̸ͬ̉͊ͭͬͦ̿ͩ̅͏̸̡͈̯̩̖͔͉͔̼͉͈̩̯̟͎~̨̦͖̣͓̪ͭ̍͊̇̇̈́̓̀̊̇͟͞a̶̧̛̰̯̝͎̥̼ͨͥ̔͒̆̔͌ͅt̍ͩ͂̎̐͗̒́̚҉̶̭̰̤̮̥͔̠̻̘͎̟̀͝h̛͕̳̞̤̫̯̼͕̥͓̺̝̣ͯͤ̅̎͊̅̅̌̂̏̉͂̽̊̇́ͧ̅̾͢8̢͑̿͆͑̂͗̋̕͞͏̠̻̦̲́ͅ#̷̸͉̯̩̗̱̟̠͚̘͇̖ͮ̔ͦ͆̾̋̈́͋̆͆̎ͤ̑ͨ͊ͦ́͝;͈̩̖̹̤̲ͫͩͪͫ̂͘͡~̣̯̗̠͉̪͙̺͖̫̒̈͛̅ͧ̀͟͝a̴̢͇̖͚͈͚̅̾̅̌́ͮ͌͆ͣ͂͆ͩ̾̔̊̓ͮ̏̃́t̷̴̨̢͍̥͕͓̩̠̻̦̱͕͍ͭ͑͊̆̃ͦ̔̌͂̇͐̀ͦͤͧͬͮ͊̎́ͅh̷̀́̄̅ͮ̿ͨͮͬ̐̌̓͞͠҉̮̥̹͈̺̜̗̜ͅ8̣̙̣͈͍̹͉̗͍̟̇̍̾ͭ͐̋ͯ͐̃ͧ́͜͝#̴̨̪̳͚̙ͨ͆͛̽ͪ̔̂͆ͬ͋ͦ̊̈́̑̎͆̈̽̀̚͝;̛̯͉̦̪̤̺͔͙͔̞͌̄ͮ͑͌ͯ͊́ͪ̊̈ͬ̌͋̐̂́͡͝~̵̵̻͚̠̯͈͈̱̥͔͔̺̙̂̔̒ͤ̑͂ͤ̔͘͢ã̷̢̗̪̹̺̝͉̯̻̜͈͚͕̠̘̠̘̫̥̤̓ͪ́ͤ͠t̴̩̣̫͇̻̰ͭ͒̐̔̚͘h̶͈̪͚͇̅̔͂ͣͦ́ͭ̔͌͌͛͜ͅ8̢̨͔̮͙͙̠̪̮͙̪̥͍͕̻̣͚̺ͭͥ̈̈̌́̓̎̈̈́͒̉̂ͤͦ̋̄̚͠͞#̡͉͍̍͗͆̇ͧ͛̈ͫ̒̉̄ͦ̆͆̽͛͂͌́̚͟͟͝ͅ;̬͇̻̦̖̹̩̘̦͉ͮͧ̉ͤͥͭ̔͘͜͟͠~̛̻̙͚̠̼̲ͦ̔̀̈́͜ạ̰̞̬̣̥͚̤͓̯̬̗̍ͥ̄͊̈́̉̉̀͢͢͠͞t̢̡̨̥̲̙̺͐̔ͫ̅̋̀͘h̵̴̵̦̠̺͔͇̤̩̲͇̉͌̍̎͗̈́͒ͮͣͥͯ͂̋ͩ̆͒ͬ̎̀̚8̉̐͐͒̅ͪ̎ͧ̈͐̊͝҉̩̰̜̖̰͚̦̙͍̲̤̠͘#̷̡̨̖͔̻͈̩͇̖̝̻ͬͦ̇̅̓̉ͬ̒ͩ̍̏̔̇͑͆͐ͩ͡;͇̱̣̳̹͖̻͉̠͇̹̮̩͍̖̱̺̍ͨ͐̀͠~͂ͮ̽̓̌̏ͭ̑̈ͣ͒ͩ̂҉̫̪̻͓͙̳͇̼͓͍͢a̧̓̽ͩ̈͋ͦͧ͑̒̄̚͜҉̧̘͕̦̣͙͈̰̣̗̲̺͎̺͍͔ț͓̘̙̃͊ͤ̿̈́̄̽̓̒͋ͯ͒ͪ̿́͘ĥ̶͗͂ͯ̑̊̈͗͋͌ͩ͊̽̽̉͑̕͜҉͙̼̹̤̟͍̦̣̲̠̦͙̘̖8̶͖̣̙̹̩̞̝̺̤̓̓̏ͭͭͣ̊͂́͘͠#̡̭̙͈̩͚͍͈̥̣̞̜̌ͥ͛̉̈́̊̓ͯ͘͢͝͠;ͤͣ̍̓̍ͩ̌͒̒̀ͧ̈ͯ̐҉̶̳̜̻͈̞̲͓̫̭̳̀͢ͅ~̡̢̱̜͔̱͔̩̏̽͐̄́̅̿͗ͪ͌͗̐̉͂̑͞͞a̸ͭ͊̿̃̋ͬͥ̓́̏̕҉͚̝̖̬̝̣̞̖͎̩̯̳͕̻t̶ͥ̓̈́̃ͩ̕͏̶͕̫̪͕͍̙͚̲͈̖̦̯͈̟̝͢ͅͅh̵̛̃̓̽̑̌͋ͧ̿͑͜͏͔͕̤̯̼̙̼̺̝͇̜ͅͅ8̻̩̤̺̬̼̬͎͙͕͊ͤ́ͤ́͘#̶̵̻̭̰͇̰̲ͦ̊̄̋ͪ̾̆ͦ̐͌ͦ̀͢͝;̵̢̢̛͓̮̠͈̘͕̱̌͂̄̈̋͂ͬ̍͋̑͘~͛̊ͬͮ͒͏̣̘͎̙̙̫͉̯̻̮̱̻̟͈͍́ͅa͐̈̆͊͗̽̍͐ͨ̆̑̌̐͗͗͏̩̗̥͓̟̮͟tͦ̓ͦ̄͆ͩͩ̓͐͋ͥͮ̃ͯͨ͐́́҉̶̡̳͉͚̝̹̫̩̘͍̤̱̜̖̬̝͎̻̤̘h̸̹̱̩͔̺͔͖̱͔̰̬̋ͯ̑̅ͫ̊́̚͜͢͡ͅ8̸̄͆̅ͬͨͦ̀ͫ͛͊́͏̼͕̙̘̹̦̞̱͕̩̻̫#̡ͭ̔̔͌̀̊ͫ̈ͧͫ̽̈́̇̈̇̚̕͏̱̘͕͍̥̣̻̙̳̟̤̖̫̣̲̜̣̰̀͝;̸̡̢̭̩̪̦͎̖͎̹̥̦͕̖̱̜̯͇͓̠ͧ̓͗̅ͪ̐ͫ̈́̓͠
̴̡͙͎̻̫̠̺̜̂̊̆͗̿ͧ̎̅͒̅̀̔͛ͭ̃ͧ͐̚~̵̬͕̗̟̝̙̻̩̘̞ͪͮͮͯ̍̎͊̉͛̔̋͛̈̚̚͢͟a̶̢͇̙̝̪͔̥̰͔̯̼̻̝̜̳̫ͦͩ̂ͯͣͣ͊͑ͥ͂̌t̢̲̙̖̯͕̙͚̻ͯ͑ͪͮͦ̽̊̀ͥ͆̐̓̾͆̕̕h̷̢̰̪͕̪̙͌ͦͥ͗̋ͤͥ̒̉̆̀͘͠͞8̷̢̮͕̰̻̹̤͇̖̠̏̽̎ͥ̀̚͟͞#͗̾ͯ̅ͮͣ̔͡҉͕̭̯̝̮̜̼̯͎̦̟̳̦͞͞ͅ;̸̥̼̲̳̙̯͎̯͈̘͖͇͎̠̞̯̠̈̾͒̑͟ͅ~̧̇̑ͣ̐͏̜̪͚̖̠̹ǎ̵̸̹͍͇̯̬̬̯̹̻̰͍̗̿͌͛ͧ͒͑ͩͪͣ̄̔͒̍̓̀̉́͡͡t̡̛͇̼̺̦̱̘͇̗ͤͧͫͨͯ̈ͩ̈̓ͭ̏͐̉̀ͩ͑ͫ̒h̢̛͖̣̩̣̺̼͚͚̙͚͍̲̲̺̬̰͎ͤ̑ͣ̌́́̚͠8̑͐̃͒ͪ̅ͪ̆ͣ̒̂͆̂̀͏̸̨͖̟̜̪͞#̸̴̒̋̒͌̀̑̈́͗͊̔̉́ͩͫ͊ͯ̚̚͏̱̹̳;̧͉̮̣͎̼̰͎͒͂͌̀̏̏͊͐̓̄̊́͠͡~̶̴ͦ̒̾̐͐ͤ̄̇̚҉̡͎̗͙̳̦͖̖̬͉a̶̴̴̧͔̫̲̝͙̞̯̺͓̯̘̜͎͇̪͙̙̗ͮ̽̎ͦͥͥ͐̆̅ͭ̈́̕ͅt̶̷̡͙̩̦̩͕͙̖͌͂̂̑͗͞͠h̴̢͔͇͍̭̪̗̙̮̖̬̭̱͖͖̣̺͓̎͒͌ͅ8̅͑ͥ̈̚҉̷̨̢͍̻̪̖̼̰͎͙̗̝͡#̸̸͚͚̫͖̳̹̳̙̤̖̲̭̺̙̣̄ͦ͒̓̊ͥ̿ͫ̅̋ͅͅͅ;̉ͣͣͥ̿̊̏ͨͫ͏̸̛̛̮̳͓͚̘̝̰̯̗͎̮̳̞̫͖̜͢~̈́ͮͥ̿̀͟҉̼̹̬̱͇̮̀͘ą͔̫̝̳͈͍̜͎͉̖̭̝̳̦̂́́̓̂̚t̡̩̫̩͕̣͚̝͈̱̮̹̰͈͇͉̥͔̏̎̈̿̎ͥ͆͌̒ͧ͊͌͜͝ḩ̸̠͔̼̤̄̊͒̿̓͑̍ͩͧ̾ͦ̚ͅ8̶̈́͗ͣ̊̐ͨ̌̆ͫͤ̊ͮ̇͌ͥ͢҉̛͏͈̺̺̳̺̜͖̺̮̟̖̭#̧̧́͐̓̄̔ͣ̏͋ͮͯͮ̒ͥ̑̿̀͏̜̲̣͖̝;͇̟̝͍͇͚͍͍̘̱̠̼̱̘̽̃̄̇̀~̵̷̸͖͔̙̳̟̜̹͇̫̫̪̺̖͙͎̬͎̻̄͛̃̚
