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[It's midafternoon, and Simon is down by the river, half-hidden under one of the bridges with drill in hand and his goggles lit. Lining the side of the bank are a collection of little stone statues, resembling these here. Not all of them are Kamina, of course; these all resemble people he knew who have been sent home, including but not limited to Kamina, Kinon, Jade, Akira, and Denzel. They're not perfect, but considering what he's carving them out of and what he's carving with, they're not half bad.
Above his head, though he has yet to notice it, is the thought bubble containing a variety of mixed thoughts.]
((Why do they keep leaving?))
((I wish they'd come back.))
((....))
((...aniki...))
Above his head, though he has yet to notice it, is the thought bubble containing a variety of mixed thoughts.]
((Why do they keep leaving?))
((I wish they'd come back.))
((....))
((...aniki...))
