[It's midafternoon, and Simon is down by the river, half-hidden under one of the bridges with drill in hand and his goggles lit. Lining the side of the bank are a collection of little stone statues, resembling
these here. Not all of them are Kamina, of course; these all resemble people he knew who have been sent home, including but not limited to
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Hey, that one looks like the Colonel!
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Mm. I miss them, too. I kinda wish they'd come back some time. Not that it's any good to be stuck here at all, but...
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I wish they would, too. It's hard to be without them. [Even harder to be alone.]
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This is really cool, though. You do this all by yourself, with that little drill?
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Yeah. I don't really know how to use any tools other than this.
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They're still really neat, though... Any girl can sew. Not all boys can make something like this. [... her cheeks color a little. Did she just say that out loud?]
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You're welcome! ♥
[And soon, she switches her attention from his rock collection to the thought bubbles over his head. She'll be poking those, too, yup.] So the experiment got you too, huh?
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Simon immediately flails, waving his hands above his head to try and disperse any visible thoughts with minimal success.] N-no! It's nothing, nevermind!
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