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[Ike is sitting on a bench. He's leaning forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped in front of his face. His eyes are closed, and he bears a somber expression.
Two more of his friends have disappeared. Not only that, but one of them had been the person here the longest, as far as he knew. And they were both two of his closest friends here. He knew all he could do is hope that they are safe. So he's feeling sad, somewhat lonely, and wishing he could do more. He's doing his best to hide it, though.]
[[4% spent on everyday life before he became a mercenary. 70% total; 0% remaining.]]
Two more of his friends have disappeared. Not only that, but one of them had been the person here the longest, as far as he knew. And they were both two of his closest friends here. He knew all he could do is hope that they are safe. So he's feeling sad, somewhat lonely, and wishing he could do more. He's doing his best to hide it, though.]
[[4% spent on everyday life before he became a mercenary. 70% total; 0% remaining.]]