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❚❚❚❚❚ i. LANDING - FIRST WAVE
[ It's the alarms that wake Steve up.
Already a light sleeper, it doesn't take longer than a couple of seconds before he's alert and aware of his new surroundings - and for a brief moment, the briefest moment, he wonders how much time has passed now. This feels a little too much like deja vu - the first time he'd died and was brought back to life, the events following The Storm when he'd woken up on the Orbiters ship - it's hard not to feel a little surge of panic seize around his heart and give it a good squeeze.
But this is different.
Darma's voice calms him down almost immediately, her voice clear and unerring. She speaks and he listens, and it's honestly like all of his missions before, back when he'd still been SHIELD agent and an Avenger. It's almost nostalgic.
There's the brief and the directive, and his assignment is given without hesitation. He's glad for this though. This part, it all feels strangely normal, and makes him a hell of a lot more comfortable than hanging around the ship aimlessly had been. ]
Thank you, Darma.
[ He says, whether she can hear him or not. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and prepares for the descent.
It isn't a soft one, as he'd been warned. When his pod lands on hard, solid ground, he feels the bones in his body attempt to absorb the force of it, rattling his teeth and quaking his bones. Only the sheer strength and manipulation to his DNA allows him to survive the fall with nothing more than some soreness and a low-key throbbing in his head.
He'll be fine.
He pulls himself together, pushes his door open with his feet, and clambers out of his pod like a rebirth of some science-fiction pulp classic. His first breath of alien-planet air isn't something he can really appreciate with the falling pods around him, fellow First Wavers who all have the same common goal. ]
Hey! [ He calls out to someone beside him, freshly landed. ] You need a hand, you let me know, okay? I'm Steve.
❚❚❚❚❚ ii. RESCUE - FIRST WAVE - FINAL WAVE
[ The landing hadn't been comfortable, as Steve expects, and it hits a little too close to home as far as memories of previous crashes go, but it doesn't stop him from leaping out of his pod as soon as he lands, watching as the skyline fills with identical objects falling from the sky. If it wasn't so damned terrifying, it's kind of a beautiful sight.
There's no time to admire the horizon, however, as he makes a run straight for a near-landing pod, fully intending to catch it with his body. Maybe it's your pod. Maybe it's the pod belonging to a friend or a loved one of yours.
Secure the others. Find your bearings and ensure the safety of the second wave.
He plans on doing just that. He pulls on the hatch, opening it forward to peer inside. ]
Hey - you doing all right? You okay?
[ If you're part of the First Wave, or the newly-landed Second, feel free to call out for Captain America. He'll be doing his best to catch as many pods as he can, tearing off the doors, and being sure that the passenger inside is okay. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iii. GATHER YOUR BEARINGS
[ When all the pods have landed and everyone from the ship seems to be all right, Steve can be found wandering around the camp-site pretty much available for any kind of random bumping-into. He helps gather firewood, because of course he's got to, and generally tries to keep an eye on some of those he'd rescued earlier, just to make sure they're okay.
He's feeling pretty worn, and after a day like today, it comes to him as no surprise - but a good meal and a few hours sleep should be good enough to keep him going.
Later in the night, Steve sits alone staring up at the sky, half-looking for any familiar constellation, but mostly contemplating the fact that he's here right now, on a planet he's never heard of, surrounded by people from worlds beyond worlds, a whole series of multiverses he couldn't imagine until now.
If he had a pencil and some paper, he'd be occupying his hands with a sketch or two of his surroundings, but as it is ... he's going to stay here for a while and watch the foreign stars above. Someone could probably bring him a robe, and if there's anything like hot chocolate available, that'd be appreciated too. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iv. WILDCARD
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[ cont'd from here ]
[ It's the alarms that wake Steve up.
Already a light sleeper, it doesn't take longer than a couple of seconds before he's alert and aware of his new surroundings - and for a brief moment, the briefest moment, he wonders how much time has passed now. This feels a little too much like deja vu - the first time he'd died and was brought back to life, the events following The Storm when he'd woken up on the Orbiters ship - it's hard not to feel a little surge of panic seize around his heart and give it a good squeeze.
But this is different.
Darma's voice calms him down almost immediately, her voice clear and unerring. She speaks and he listens, and it's honestly like all of his missions before, back when he'd still been SHIELD agent and an Avenger. It's almost nostalgic.
There's the brief and the directive, and his assignment is given without hesitation. He's glad for this though. This part, it all feels strangely normal, and makes him a hell of a lot more comfortable than hanging around the ship aimlessly had been. ]
Thank you, Darma.
[ He says, whether she can hear him or not. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and prepares for the descent.
It isn't a soft one, as he'd been warned. When his pod lands on hard, solid ground, he feels the bones in his body attempt to absorb the force of it, rattling his teeth and quaking his bones. Only the sheer strength and manipulation to his DNA allows him to survive the fall with nothing more than some soreness and a low-key throbbing in his head.
He'll be fine.
He pulls himself together, pushes his door open with his feet, and clambers out of his pod like a rebirth of some science-fiction pulp classic. His first breath of alien-planet air isn't something he can really appreciate with the falling pods around him, fellow First Wavers who all have the same common goal. ]
Hey! [ He calls out to someone beside him, freshly landed. ] You need a hand, you let me know, okay? I'm Steve.
❚❚❚❚❚ ii. RESCUE - FIRST WAVE - FINAL WAVE
[ The landing hadn't been comfortable, as Steve expects, and it hits a little too close to home as far as memories of previous crashes go, but it doesn't stop him from leaping out of his pod as soon as he lands, watching as the skyline fills with identical objects falling from the sky. If it wasn't so damned terrifying, it's kind of a beautiful sight.
There's no time to admire the horizon, however, as he makes a run straight for a near-landing pod, fully intending to catch it with his body. Maybe it's your pod. Maybe it's the pod belonging to a friend or a loved one of yours.
Secure the others. Find your bearings and ensure the safety of the second wave.
He plans on doing just that. He pulls on the hatch, opening it forward to peer inside. ]
Hey - you doing all right? You okay?
[ If you're part of the First Wave, or the newly-landed Second, feel free to call out for Captain America. He'll be doing his best to catch as many pods as he can, tearing off the doors, and being sure that the passenger inside is okay. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iii. GATHER YOUR BEARINGS
[ When all the pods have landed and everyone from the ship seems to be all right, Steve can be found wandering around the camp-site pretty much available for any kind of random bumping-into. He helps gather firewood, because of course he's got to, and generally tries to keep an eye on some of those he'd rescued earlier, just to make sure they're okay.
He's feeling pretty worn, and after a day like today, it comes to him as no surprise - but a good meal and a few hours sleep should be good enough to keep him going.
Later in the night, Steve sits alone staring up at the sky, half-looking for any familiar constellation, but mostly contemplating the fact that he's here right now, on a planet he's never heard of, surrounded by people from worlds beyond worlds, a whole series of multiverses he couldn't imagine until now.
If he had a pencil and some paper, he'd be occupying his hands with a sketch or two of his surroundings, but as it is ... he's going to stay here for a while and watch the foreign stars above. Someone could probably bring him a robe, and if there's anything like hot chocolate available, that'd be appreciated too. ]
❚❚❚❚❚ iv. WILDCARD
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[ cont'd from here ]
[ cont'd from here ]
Huh. [ Steve nods. ] So you remember it.
[ It's honestly the first time Steve's heard of someone remembering, pretty clearly, what they'd discussed with Darma upon ending up here. Steve thinks that, given the same opportunity, he'd probably have asked for the same thing.
But he can't bring up the conversation in his mind anyway; there are brief glimpses and the knowledge that he had spoken with her, but his words and hers? Maybe he'll ask Darma about that too. ]
It's a hard request to promise and probably not uncommon. You think they'll be able to keep it?
Huh. [ Steve nods. ] So you remember it.
[ It's honestly the first time Steve's heard of someone remembering, pretty clearly, what they'd discussed with Darma upon ending up here. Steve thinks that, given the same opportunity, he'd probably have asked for the same thing.
But he can't bring up the conversation in his mind anyway; there are brief glimpses and the knowledge that he had spoken with her, but his words and hers? Maybe he'll ask Darma about that too. ]
It's a hard request to promise and probably not uncommon. You think they'll be able to keep it?
[ cont'd from here ]
[ Steve won't say he's paying close attention but a soldier always tries to pay close attention, never missing the details if he can help it - because they might come in handy in a future, similar situation.
As Captain America, dealing with the weird on a semi-regular basis, this goes double.
So it's hard for him to turn a blind eye when he studies the way Ava deals with the hatch, at first wanting to know how she does it so he could follow suit, and eventually conceding that ... okay. Okay, that's definitely not something he's going to be able to replicate any time soon. ]
Not too much of one, I hope.
[ His comment is off-hand, and as the hatch door opens with a quiet pop! Steve takes over, prying it open and helping its passenger out with an offered hand.
Once their passenger has (after profuse words of gratitude) gone off to join the fray, Steve turns back to Ava and nods.
He's not going to hide that he'd seen what she could do, mostly because it's nothing to be ashamed of, and because if she can help - and she did - well, he's not going to turn anyone away like that. ]
Handy skill you've got there. Think you could help me with a few others?
[ Steve won't say he's paying close attention but a soldier always tries to pay close attention, never missing the details if he can help it - because they might come in handy in a future, similar situation.
As Captain America, dealing with the weird on a semi-regular basis, this goes double.
So it's hard for him to turn a blind eye when he studies the way Ava deals with the hatch, at first wanting to know how she does it so he could follow suit, and eventually conceding that ... okay. Okay, that's definitely not something he's going to be able to replicate any time soon. ]
Not too much of one, I hope.
[ His comment is off-hand, and as the hatch door opens with a quiet pop! Steve takes over, prying it open and helping its passenger out with an offered hand.
Once their passenger has (after profuse words of gratitude) gone off to join the fray, Steve turns back to Ava and nods.
He's not going to hide that he'd seen what she could do, mostly because it's nothing to be ashamed of, and because if she can help - and she did - well, he's not going to turn anyone away like that. ]
Handy skill you've got there. Think you could help me with a few others?
[ cont'd from here ]
Hot chocolate would be perfect.
[ Steve is pulled away from his thoughts of the sky and the fine line this world brings as far as unfamiliar familiarity goes. It's a little complicated, feeling both at home and not, and after a day's work of pulling people from pods, catching them with the heft of his body, and assessing just how many others share similar skills, skills that could be used in the efforts of a war, well ... it's a lot for one super-serumed man to take. He feels like he needs that moment to think.
He tilts his head towards his newfound company and offers her a grateful smile when he catches sight of the drink in hand. ]
Thanks.
Hot chocolate would be perfect.
[ Steve is pulled away from his thoughts of the sky and the fine line this world brings as far as unfamiliar familiarity goes. It's a little complicated, feeling both at home and not, and after a day's work of pulling people from pods, catching them with the heft of his body, and assessing just how many others share similar skills, skills that could be used in the efforts of a war, well ... it's a lot for one super-serumed man to take. He feels like he needs that moment to think.
He tilts his head towards his newfound company and offers her a grateful smile when he catches sight of the drink in hand. ]
Thanks.
[ cont'd from here ]
[ Well.
That's not exactly the answer he expected to get. Not that it matters, and not that Steve's the kind of guy who'd judge on a strange fact like that. But it is strange in that it's pretty out of the norm.
It's not something he can readily understand. But wasn't Vision kind of born in a similar way? He came from Tony's head, in a way, through technology and some other stuff that goes over his head, but Viz wasn't any more than 2 years old by this point.
Curiously: ]
Is that a common way of being born where you're from?
[ Well.
That's not exactly the answer he expected to get. Not that it matters, and not that Steve's the kind of guy who'd judge on a strange fact like that. But it is strange in that it's pretty out of the norm.
It's not something he can readily understand. But wasn't Vision kind of born in a similar way? He came from Tony's head, in a way, through technology and some other stuff that goes over his head, but Viz wasn't any more than 2 years old by this point.
Curiously: ]
Is that a common way of being born where you're from?
[ cont'd from here ]
[ The singing is a nice touch, if a little unorthodox. He knows people who have their own little rituals - a mantra, a motto, a warcry - before they head straight into battle. It gives them strength, it gives them hope, courage, whatever you want to call it. Steve isn't sure that the same thing can be applied here but it's what he's gonna go with.
Especially when the boosters distract him.
He propels her upwards and stands his ground in case she needs any more of his strength. ]
[ The singing is a nice touch, if a little unorthodox. He knows people who have their own little rituals - a mantra, a motto, a warcry - before they head straight into battle. It gives them strength, it gives them hope, courage, whatever you want to call it. Steve isn't sure that the same thing can be applied here but it's what he's gonna go with.
Especially when the boosters distract him.
He propels her upwards and stands his ground in case she needs any more of his strength. ]
[ cont'd from here ]
Yeah. I don't think anyone but the locals here could pull off that kind of exercise.
[ But it's a nice memory to have. Kinda makes him wish he paid a little more attention to the stars in the sky, but growing up he had a hell of a lot more occupying his time. Besides which, the city made it hard to see the night sky all that clearly.
Anyway. He doesn't say anything further when the girl points out his bowl, still mostly full of whatever she'd served up though it's hardly because the flavours aren't to his liking.
(Though it's no Shake Shack burger.)
He shrugs apologetically. ]
Sorry. [ And he makes a motion to scoop a spoonful up, putting it into his mouth. ] Got a little distracted. [ He gestures to the sky, mouth still half-full when he speaks.
Manners? What manners.
He swallows. ]
It's not half-bad, really. I appreciate it.
Yeah. I don't think anyone but the locals here could pull off that kind of exercise.
[ But it's a nice memory to have. Kinda makes him wish he paid a little more attention to the stars in the sky, but growing up he had a hell of a lot more occupying his time. Besides which, the city made it hard to see the night sky all that clearly.
Anyway. He doesn't say anything further when the girl points out his bowl, still mostly full of whatever she'd served up though it's hardly because the flavours aren't to his liking.
(Though it's no Shake Shack burger.)
He shrugs apologetically. ]
Sorry. [ And he makes a motion to scoop a spoonful up, putting it into his mouth. ] Got a little distracted. [ He gestures to the sky, mouth still half-full when he speaks.
Manners? What manners.
He swallows. ]
It's not half-bad, really. I appreciate it.
[ cont'd from here ]
I know what you mean.
[ There's a lot about the world that frustrates Steve too, a lot that has to do with his current predicament as an ex-Avenger, ex-soldier and supposed 'war criminal', but seeing the world - his home - destroyed after he'd served his whole life to keep it safe ... it's enough to send just about anyone into a state of melancholy.
They can talk about new starts and new beginnings, but it won't take away the fact that whatever they had before is gone. ]
I know what you mean.
[ There's a lot about the world that frustrates Steve too, a lot that has to do with his current predicament as an ex-Avenger, ex-soldier and supposed 'war criminal', but seeing the world - his home - destroyed after he'd served his whole life to keep it safe ... it's enough to send just about anyone into a state of melancholy.
They can talk about new starts and new beginnings, but it won't take away the fact that whatever they had before is gone. ]
[Loz shakes his head at the question.]
No, not at all. Most people are "normal" because they're human. My brothers & I aren't human.
[He falls quiet for a time once he admits that, almost as if he's ashamed of the truth. Loz prides himself in not being "human" normally but something about seeing the odd look on Steve's face makes him wish otherwise. He feels weirdly out of place here, very out of place.
Maybe he told too much.]
...Are you human? I know I look like one but I'm not.
No, not at all. Most people are "normal" because they're human. My brothers & I aren't human.
[He falls quiet for a time once he admits that, almost as if he's ashamed of the truth. Loz prides himself in not being "human" normally but something about seeing the odd look on Steve's face makes him wish otherwise. He feels weirdly out of place here, very out of place.
Maybe he told too much.]
...Are you human? I know I look like one but I'm not.
[ cont'd from here ]
[ Steve doesn't have a chance to see how the other man is doing because all his concentration's been zeroed in on the now-slowly falling pod coming right for them.
The magic is still something to get used to but it's kind of incredible the way a couple of wrist movements with a stick can make this huge, man-sized metallic capsule slow its hurtle.
Yep. Now he's seen just about everything.
Cap heads out in front of the pod, arms at the ready to place it on the ground like he's handling nothing more than a bulky sack of flour. It's heavy and it isn't without some amount of struggle after hours of doing the same thing, but the slowed trajectory helps greatly. ]
You doing okay? [ He calls out over his shoulder to Newt. ]
[ Steve doesn't have a chance to see how the other man is doing because all his concentration's been zeroed in on the now-slowly falling pod coming right for them.
The magic is still something to get used to but it's kind of incredible the way a couple of wrist movements with a stick can make this huge, man-sized metallic capsule slow its hurtle.
Yep. Now he's seen just about everything.
Cap heads out in front of the pod, arms at the ready to place it on the ground like he's handling nothing more than a bulky sack of flour. It's heavy and it isn't without some amount of struggle after hours of doing the same thing, but the slowed trajectory helps greatly. ]
You doing okay? [ He calls out over his shoulder to Newt. ]
[ The thwack of Steve catching metal pods warrants Newt's attention more often than it should, particularly given the amount of concentration required to slow the pods. The man has beyond human strength, absolutely, but observation doesn't enlighten Newt any further. He looks so very human.
Somehow, he finds Steve's check in more surprising than his abilities. ]
Ah, yes. [ said breathily. In truth, this process is relentless. ] Bit winded.
[ but Steve is actually, physically working, so — ] And yourself?
Somehow, he finds Steve's check in more surprising than his abilities. ]
Ah, yes. [ said breathily. In truth, this process is relentless. ] Bit winded.
[ but Steve is actually, physically working, so — ] And yourself?
[ cont'd from here ]
Considering everything, yeah - I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Clint.
[ Here goes seeing whether this is, in fact, Clint Barton, and not some very uncannily similar fellow.
Steve smiles though, amused. ]
How about you?
Considering everything, yeah - I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Clint.
[ Here goes seeing whether this is, in fact, Clint Barton, and not some very uncannily similar fellow.
Steve smiles though, amused. ]
How about you?
| | No, no, it's okay! [She tries to assure him, waving her hands in front of her.] It's really okay, I swear. Honestly, I'm surprised my first time cooking with alien ingredients was even edible. They didn't even label what anything was, so I sort of had to make it up as I went! Do you have a favorite food, from back home? |
Flashes of it, but I know myself.
[ He would not have asked for anything more extravagant or selfish. He knows that all too well. ]
As much as I dislike it, we have no choice but to trust them. [ At least, for now. ] We know far too little about — anything, really.
[ He would not have asked for anything more extravagant or selfish. He knows that all too well. ]
As much as I dislike it, we have no choice but to trust them. [ At least, for now. ] We know far too little about — anything, really.
And what're we supposed to do when the rest of 'em wake up? There's some bad people up there, and this frickin' planet ain't big enough for 'em all. We're gonna end up right back where we started eventually.
[Maybe. There's a good chance he won't live long enough for that- thank you, short life expectancy.]
[Maybe. There's a good chance he won't live long enough for that- thank you, short life expectancy.]
[ cont'd from here ]
Fairies?
[ Steve might be low-key studying her as though he's trying to locate the wings at her back. It's subtle, of course, but it's there if Tink pays close enough attention. He keeps his interest neutral but he's curious too - of course he is.
Fairies and men with actual wands to name a few; this is all pretty new to him, just a part of getting used to this new life. ]
Well, if it's any consolation to you, they're still here. Sleeping, sure, but they're here and that's something.
The hope's that we'll all be reunited in this new world they're offering.
Fairies?
[ Steve might be low-key studying her as though he's trying to locate the wings at her back. It's subtle, of course, but it's there if Tink pays close enough attention. He keeps his interest neutral but he's curious too - of course he is.
Fairies and men with actual wands to name a few; this is all pretty new to him, just a part of getting used to this new life. ]
Well, if it's any consolation to you, they're still here. Sleeping, sure, but they're here and that's something.
The hope's that we'll all be reunited in this new world they're offering.
[ cont'd from here ]
[ Steve takes her hand briefly, liking this woman already.
She reminds him a lot of the kind of dames he used to know way-back-when. There's a kind of unrefined refinedness to her that always used to intimidate the hell out of him, made it hard to ignore and harder to approach without feeling really stupid.
He's not sure that's completely changed. But he's had some time now to learn how to people. ]
Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you, Claire.
[ Steve takes her hand briefly, liking this woman already.
She reminds him a lot of the kind of dames he used to know way-back-when. There's a kind of unrefined refinedness to her that always used to intimidate the hell out of him, made it hard to ignore and harder to approach without feeling really stupid.
He's not sure that's completely changed. But he's had some time now to learn how to people. ]
Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you, Claire.
[ cont'd from here ]
Well, it's not like my schedule's exactly filled up.
[ So that's a yes.
Exhaustion be damned, he's probably not going to be sleeping easy until he's had a chance to check for himself, see and hear it with his own eyes and ears, that their campsite is clear of any possible threat that might sneak up on them in the night. ]
Where've you checked so far?
Well, it's not like my schedule's exactly filled up.
[ So that's a yes.
Exhaustion be damned, he's probably not going to be sleeping easy until he's had a chance to check for himself, see and hear it with his own eyes and ears, that their campsite is clear of any possible threat that might sneak up on them in the night. ]
Where've you checked so far?
I get flashes of it too. I'm starting to wonder whether it's intentional.
[ Though he can't really figure the why of it. Why make it so that the people the Orbiters save from the Storm can only remember the barest glimpse of their conversations with Darma? What would be the purpose of that? ]
And the questions continue.
[ Though he can't really figure the why of it. Why make it so that the people the Orbiters save from the Storm can only remember the barest glimpse of their conversations with Darma? What would be the purpose of that? ]
And the questions continue.
I am. Was.
[ Both statements ring simultaneously true. While Steve is bonafide human, he's also something beyond that too. His DNA is still his own, he's still as much human as any, but it's been enhanced and that makes him just this side of super.
So - yeah. He actually gets it. Back home amongst the regular Dicks, Janes and Bobbys, he's constantly feeling out of place. The time-difference is another issue all together, but as far as basic biology goes, he's kind of an anomaly.
Well.
Until Bucky, anyway. ]
It's a long story.
[ Both statements ring simultaneously true. While Steve is bonafide human, he's also something beyond that too. His DNA is still his own, he's still as much human as any, but it's been enhanced and that makes him just this side of super.
So - yeah. He actually gets it. Back home amongst the regular Dicks, Janes and Bobbys, he's constantly feeling out of place. The time-difference is another issue all together, but as far as basic biology goes, he's kind of an anomaly.
Well.
Until Bucky, anyway. ]
It's a long story.
[she gives a slight nod at his words and smiles back as she hands him the drink] Sure, no problem— it seems like it is definitely needed especially after everything we've been through today.
Sounds good to me.
[ Steve's got his hands and legs for weapons, but he could really use his shield right about now. He wonders if it was destroyed in the Storm with the rest of Earth.
It'd be a damn shame if it was. That shield meant a little more to him than he'd like to admit. After all, it wasn't just a weapon, but it was a symbol and an artifact that connected his lives together from the War to the modern-day Accords.
Conversationally: ]
Not everyone would think to patrol the camp for possible threats.
[ Steve's got his hands and legs for weapons, but he could really use his shield right about now. He wonders if it was destroyed in the Storm with the rest of Earth.
It'd be a damn shame if it was. That shield meant a little more to him than he'd like to admit. After all, it wasn't just a weapon, but it was a symbol and an artifact that connected his lives together from the War to the modern-day Accords.
Conversationally: ]
Not everyone would think to patrol the camp for possible threats.
[ His footsteps are silent, he doesn't try to start conversation — but they fall into step seamlessly. Left and right, walking quietly through the undergrowth. Once upon a time he knew what it was like to work as a team. The instinct hasn't left him, it's just been asleep. ]
You're unarmed.
[ 76 has his gun, so does Ana, and it's unusual for a soldier not to be carrying one, or at least a knife. ]
You're unarmed.
[ 76 has his gun, so does Ana, and it's unusual for a soldier not to be carrying one, or at least a knife. ]
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[That reply wins a slight smirk from Loz. He glances over at the captain again looking just a tad amiable.]
I guess we have something in common. [Loz says with a slight chuckle.] It's a long story for me too.
A little too long but my brothers and I shouldn't even exist.
I guess we have something in common. [Loz says with a slight chuckle.] It's a long story for me too.
A little too long but my brothers and I shouldn't even exist.
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