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"Masks, Caustic," the feline said as he too appeared to investigate the mysterious package. "You gotta earn one. They symbolize a rite of passage." He felt his heart drop as he outstretched a paw to prod at several that he recognized belonging to those who had died in combat, and he would spot one of his own, broken in half from an encounter with Jervis. Others were unfamiliar to him; they were older than his time.
Crow's nose crinkled at the scent of the Ardent of the Pitt. Something about this made him uneasy. "The hell does he want to be returnin' these?"
"Masks, Caustic," the feline said as he too appeared to investigate the mysterious package. "You gotta earn one. They symbolize a rite of passage." He felt his heart drop as he outstretched a paw to prod at several that he recognized belonging to those who had died in combat, and he would spot one of his own, broken in half from an encounter with Jervis. Others were unfamiliar to him; they were older than his time.
Crow's nose crinkled at the scent of the Ardent of the Pitt. Something about this made him uneasy. "The hell does he want to be returnin' these?"