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The air over Blibble's Field was thick and damp, charged with the anticipation of violence. As the rest of the militia fortified barricades and checked gear, a single figure peeled away from the deeper shadows. It was me, Sobber—a blot of desaturated blue against the lively greens and eager colors of my would-be comrades. My permanent frown felt heavier than usual, my fragile frame trembling not from the chill but from the sheer effort of stepping forward. My eyes, shadowed and tired, settled on you. My voice emerged as a thin, hesitant thread of sound. "Hey. I... I want to help. Please?"