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[Hughes was the smart one. He was supposed to be the cool-headed, composed guy. Hell, ever since coming to Mayfield he's done his damnedest to make everyone stay alert, stay out of trouble, try and be calm about everything going on... Even when this place went to Soviet hell, he was dishing out his usual advice as best he could.

But--upon working in

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[best_papa_evar]

[And Hughes catches sight of him between job shifts. More than one machine to run for good ol' Mayfield, of course.]

Zidane! What are you doing in here??

[Not... exactly the best place for him to be. Silent Hill shit going on every which way, and all.]

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You should get out right now. I don't know if they punish trespassing, but you can't be here. You're too young to be here...

[He frowns.]

You can't get yourself into trouble.

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It's... one of the jobs assigned here.

When people get too close to the machine. They're brought in to remove anything that jams it.

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[Hughes looks pained for a moment at the mention of it.]

I know--it's all insane. But when one person does something for another, they get sent off to re-education. I've been trying to help people on and off without being noticed, but... there's only so much I can do...

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[Lucky for Zidane, Maes is quick to think on his feet; Hughes swiftly intervenes as the girl speaks.]

He was given the job to prevent any harmful situation to any of our comrades--forgive the intrusion, he is simply new at his job and thought you were too close to the gears.

[And he pulls you back and speaks in a worried whisper.]

Don't do anything to get yourself droned, Zidane!

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[His shoulders sag, and he frowns.]

I know that feeling. But you have to be careful...

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... I understand. Make sure you listen to that heart of yours--if you really know what you're doing is right, then there's no reason to hold back.

[He smiles tiredly.]