The stairwell was darker than it should have been.
The moment the rooftop door closed behind them, the outside world felt cut off—like it had never existed in the first place.
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Arin followed in silence.
The central figure walked ahead, his pace steady, unhurried.
The others didn't come.
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That alone said something.
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So… it's just me.
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Each step echoed faintly as they moved downward instead of up.
Not toward classrooms.
Not toward exits.
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But deeper.
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Arin frowned.
"…Where are we going?"
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No response.
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The man didn't even slow down.
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The air felt heavier the lower they went.
Damp.
Still.
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The lights flickered again.
But this time, some didn't turn on at all.
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"…This part of the school isn't used?" Arin asked.
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"It is," the man replied.
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A pause.
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"Just not by everyone."
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That answer didn't help.
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They reached a metal door at the bottom of the stairs.
It looked older than the rest of the building.
Scratched.
Worn.
Locked.
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The man pulled out a key.
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So it's restricted…
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The lock clicked.
The door opened.
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And the moment it did—
A different kind of sound filled the air.
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A dull thud.
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Then another.
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And another.
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Arin's eyes narrowed.
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Fighting…?
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They stepped inside.
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The space beyond was wide.
Underground.
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Dim lights hung from the ceiling.
The walls were reinforced with thick padding in some areas, bare concrete in others.
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And spread across the room—
Students.
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Not talking.
Not laughing.
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Training.
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Some were sparring.
Others striking heavy bags.
A few sat silently, watching.
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Every movement was deliberate.
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This wasn't chaos.
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This was practice.
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Arin stopped walking without realizing it.
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"…What is this place?"
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"A foundation," the man said.
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Arin looked at him.
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"For what?" he asked.
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The man stepped forward into the open space.
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"For those who choose to remain."
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That word again.
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Choose…
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A loud impact echoed nearby.
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Arin turned.
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Two students were sparring.
One moved aggressively, throwing fast combinations.
The other—
Didn't attack.
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He dodged.
Blocked.
Adjusted.
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Then—
In a single moment—
He countered.
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Clean.
Precise.
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The first student dropped.
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Arin's eyes widened slightly.
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"…That's—"
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"Control," the man said.
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Arin looked back at him.
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"Instinct is survival," he continued.
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"But instinct alone isn't enough."
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A pause.
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"You felt it earlier."
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Arin froze slightly.
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"…That wasn't something I controlled."
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"Exactly."
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The response came instantly.
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"You reacted."
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The man turned to face him fully now.
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"But reaction without understanding…"
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A slight pause.
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"…leads to limits."
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Arin's jaw tightened.
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"…So what are you saying?"
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"That if you continue as you are…"
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The man stepped closer.
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"You will lose the moment your opponent adapts faster than you."
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Silence.
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That hit harder than any punch.
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Because it made sense.
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Arin looked back at the sparring students.
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They weren't just moving.
They were thinking.
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Adjusting.
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Learning.
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"…So this is where you train them," Arin said.
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"Not all."
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The man's voice remained calm.
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"Only those worth training."
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Another pause.
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Then—
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He turned slightly.
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"Come."
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Arin hesitated—but followed.
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They walked toward an empty section of the room.
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No bags.
No equipment.
Just open space.
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The man stopped.
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"…Stand there."
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Arin did.
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His body still hurt.
His muscles felt heavy.
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"…You're injured," the man said.
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It wasn't a question.
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"…I'm fine."
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A brief pause.
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"…Lying won't help you here."
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Arin said nothing.
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The man stepped back slightly.
Creating distance.
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"…Raise your guard."
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Arin blinked.
"…What?"
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"Your guard."
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The tone didn't change.
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"…You want me to fight?"
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"No."
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A pause.
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"I want to see."
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Arin slowly lifted his hands.
Uncertain.
Untrained.
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"…Like this?"
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The man observed.
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Then—
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"…Wrong."
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Before Arin could react—
The man moved.
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Fast.
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A strike came toward Arin's side.
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Too fast—
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Arin tried to adjust—
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Too late.
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Impact.
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Pain shot through his ribs.
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He staggered.
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"…Too open," the man said calmly.
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Arin clenched his teeth.
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Again…?
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"Raise it again."
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Arin hesitated—
Then did.
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More carefully this time.
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His arms tightened.
His stance shifted slightly.
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The man watched.
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Then—
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Another strike.
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This time—
Arin reacted faster.
---
He turned his body.
Reduced the impact.
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Still painful.
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But better.
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"…Adjustment," the man said.
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Not praise.
Just observation.
---
Arin's breathing grew heavier.
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"Again."
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Another strike.
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Arin moved.
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Not perfectly.
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But not the same.
---
Each time—
He changed something.
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Angle.
Timing.
Position.
---
The man's attacks didn't slow.
Didn't soften.
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They remained consistent.
Precise.
---
Testing.
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Minutes passed.
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Or maybe seconds.
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Arin couldn't tell anymore.
---
His body burned.
---
His legs felt unstable.
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But he was still standing.
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Still moving.
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Still learning.
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Then—
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The man stopped.
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Silence.
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Arin didn't lower his guard.
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Not immediately.
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"…Why did you stop?" he asked, breathing heavily.
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The man looked at him.
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"…Because you're thinking now."
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Arin blinked.
---
"…You weren't before."
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A pause.
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"You were reacting."
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Another step closer.
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"Now you're anticipating."
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Arin's chest rose and fell.
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"…Is that enough?"
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The man shook his head slightly.
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"…Not even close."
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That answer didn't surprise him.
---
"…Then why—"
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"You've crossed the first line."
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Silence.
---
"The line between instinct…"
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A pause.
---
"…and awareness."
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Arin stood still.
---
Something about that felt important.
---
Even if he didn't fully understand it yet.
---
The man turned away slightly.
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"…You'll train here."
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Arin frowned.
"…Every day?"
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"Yes."
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"…And if I don't?"
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A brief pause.
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The man didn't look back.
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"…Then you won't last."
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Simple.
Direct.
Final.
---
Arin exhaled slowly.
---
No anger.
No frustration.
---
Just acceptance.
---
"…Alright."
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The word felt heavier this time.
---
Because now—
---
He understood something clearly.
---
This wasn't temporary.
---
This wasn't a situation he could wait out.
---
This was something he had to face.
---
And if he didn't change—
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He would break.
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The sounds of training continued around him.
---
Strikes.
Footsteps.
Breathing.
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All of it blending into one thing.
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A system.
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And now—
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He was inside it.
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For real.
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The man's voice came one last time.
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"…Your first lesson is simple."
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Arin looked up.
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"…Don't rely on survival."
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A pause.
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"…Learn how to fight."