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Sis . . .
You remember? When we were younger . . . Back when I first learned to walk. I'd almost got the hang of it, but I just couldn't stop myself from tumbling over and crashing into things all the time -- Of course, you'd managed it perfectly already. And even then, you'd already honed your 'Stop that
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[A few fireballs go whizzing by Coyote. Otherwise, Palom pays him no mind.]
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Ahahahaha! Don't we all, boy, don't we all!
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[Palom sobs freely, his tears freezing as icicles begin to shoot out every which way.]
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Hey, uh! Palom! That was his name, right? Hey! What's wrong?
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[His face is tear-stained and smeared with mud; Palom continues to violently chuck sticks and rocks at a nearby tree.]
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[Snap! One of tree's branches cracks and smashes to the ground.]
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What are you crying about?
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[A swing of his staff sends a dozen arrows thudding into the bark of another tree; Palom rips one out and continues to stab it repeatedly into the trunk, taking a certain perverse pleasure in doing so.]
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[He abandons the mage arrows and settles for chucking a really large rock into the pond and watching them sploosh.]
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