...While the sky isn't crying at present...still the town collects the tears.
[Konan glances up from where she is sitting near a window, peering at the communicator, which is being held somewhat shakily, stubby sack arms appearing at the fringe of the screen now and then. She reaches forward, plucking it free gentlyI'll take that, thank you
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It... cannot be real.
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