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[jack_inthegreen]

Jack sits in one of the chairs by the fireplace, singing to his daughter in a language long gone. The words would seem familiar, though: all lullabies, are their core, are about the same thing.

Love you, precious child. Love you.

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[inquisitivehero]

He smiles.

"And you as well."

And he heads off to the Infirmary, bouncing even more.