[there's the sound of a metallic clatter, followed by a few ticks of silence.]
...Gambino?
[it's a boy's voice -- young, small, and tentative - perhaps familiar... followed by a few more beats of quiet.]
H... hey. Gambino...
[where the hell is he--? a scraping noise, as he picks up the sword he had been training with slowly, eyes warily
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