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Rest. Reforge bridges over broken hopes. Laugh at our foolish friends on either side. Finding the finder, finding good games, common ground. Finding our voice. Old friends, new support. I can't miss a free lunch. Crawling from the wreckage, half-spun plans resurging. The shards I've built up and ears I've won. Messaging a member as I fall asleep. Factions could splinter, but we've still got friends. And plans. Even if I don't know what they mean. But inevitability's a powerful thing.