[Ammy stands on the wreckage of the Crucible, smoke wafting about her from three of her cherry bombs going off at once. Colorful squares of paper are caught in the wind, but Ammy just stares at the unblemished metal. She's been standing there for some time, trying every technique she had including her own claws, but nothing's put so much as a
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What's your name?
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I enjoyed your singing, it was very lovely.
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