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𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚑. 𝙿𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞 𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚞𝚠𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊.

"𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚜, 𝙱. 𝙰𝚙𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗?"

"𝙰𝚑, 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞. 𝙱𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚜," 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚔 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕. "𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕. 𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝?"

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚊𝚗. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚏𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒. 𝚂𝚒𝚜𝚠𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚔 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕-𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜. 𝙹𝚊𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗.

"𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝," 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊.

"𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒, 𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚞𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚘." 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚊.

"𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗. 𝙻𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊 ...." 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝, 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗.

𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. "𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚑, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜," 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖.

"𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒.

𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚞. "𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚞𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚘," 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝. 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙱𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚞𝚔. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊𝚗," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚙𝚒, 𝚍𝚒𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝.

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗.

𝙰𝚑! 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚞. 𝚂𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞, 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚔. 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝.

𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚙 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚊, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗.

"𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒, 𝙰𝚛," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚓𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚑," 𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗.

𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔. 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛-𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒, 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚑 𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚐𝚊, 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. "𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒. 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚞 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚞𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚞. "𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖?" 𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚛.

"𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜, 𝙰𝚛," 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒, 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐.

"𝚈𝚊. 𝙸𝚝𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒. 𝙰𝚔𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚏 𝙰. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚒 .... 𝚈𝚊, 𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚗!"

𝚃𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊, 𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚑𝚒𝚛, 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗.

𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚞 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚓𝚞 𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝.

𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚔, 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗.

𝙱𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔. 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝚂𝚒𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞.

"𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝙱𝚞, 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙱𝚞𝚖𝚒," 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚋 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 ...." 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚞.

"𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚔.

"𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚙𝚊?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚝𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊.

"𝙰𝚢𝚘. 𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚞," 𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚙 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒.

"𝙸𝚗𝚒 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚋𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚛.

"𝙺𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒?" 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 ...." 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊-𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔.

"𝚈𝚊, 𝙰𝚛𝚒. 𝙰𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞."

𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚔, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒. "𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔, 𝙱𝚞. 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚗. 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞," 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚞?" 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑-𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑? 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 ___"

"𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝙸𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔, 𝙽𝚊𝚔," 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚊𝚗.

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊. 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛-𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊.

"𝙳𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝚋𝚞, 𝙰𝚛𝚒," 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒.

"𝙲𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝙱𝚞. 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒. 𝙱𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚓𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒, 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚙𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 ___"

"𝙹𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚔𝚒, 𝙰𝚛𝚒. 𝙸𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒. 𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚛, 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊-𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚞? 𝙸𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚗."

"𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚒𝚗. 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚔𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗. 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚗," 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚔 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜.

"𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚗, 𝙱𝚞. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔. 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚞, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚋 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚑 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚋𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚔𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚞, 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚊 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗. 𝙹𝚊𝚍𝚒, 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚝𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊."

𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚙 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚒. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊.

"𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚖𝚞, 𝙽𝚊𝚔. 𝚂𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚢𝚊, 𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑. 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚗, 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚔𝚖𝚞," 𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗.

"𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚒𝚝𝚞, 𝙱𝚞." 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚝. "𝙸𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚔 ___"

"𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔," 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚔 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊. "𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚑𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚞. 𝙻𝚊𝚐𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊, 𝙸𝚋𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚕. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝙸𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚞 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚊𝚗𝚖𝚞 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 ... 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 ...." 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚔 𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚢𝚊.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗, 𝚕𝚊𝚕𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒. 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚜𝚞𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛.

"𝙽𝚊𝚔 ...."

𝚂𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚝. 𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚒. 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗. 𝚃𝚊𝚔 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞.

"𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚔. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐. 𝙳𝚒𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚊."

"𝙱𝚞 ...."