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				&lt;td colspan='2' style=&quot;background-color: white; color:black; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 03:01, 24 September 2017&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l74&quot; &gt;Line 74:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:934|William Pauwel (934)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;How many ain't scared!? How many people think it's just a pain, but don't think it needs to DIE for the world to change!? Have you ever thought that maybe the fact that neither of us know the answer IS IN FACT THE BIGGEST PROBLEM HERE!?&amp;quot; Will shouts back as the music begins to play. &amp;quot;This ain't doing anythin' but provin' OMNI's point for it-- what kind of world will this make? Is it one that will even have the luxury for people to BE artists!?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;But then August... Does something foolish.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;So very, very foolish.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;That--&amp;quot; Will's eyes go wide. From what August was saying, there's only one thing that could possibly be in that bag. He has no more than a split second to respond before the flames come. The Tin Soldier unleashes its payload, and Will's world turns into one of smoke and fire and pain.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;But if he doesn't do something--&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;He can deal with any pain, any suffering, but the kind that comes from the inside. Will grits his teeth, squints his eyes and turns and fires...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A grappling hook snakes out from the flame. Will breaks into a run. August can /see/ that hook, he knows it. He sees it... going right for his explosives.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A fraction of a second passes. The hook retracts, bag in tow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;...And then comes the explosion.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;August would have a second to react to what just happened before /something/ comes screaming out of the heart of the explosion, its teeth grit tight, one eye swollen shut with the other only barely reflecting consciousness in its milky, bloodshot surface.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Will pulls the trigger. He rockets forward on an impulse of raw kinetic force and the pure power unfolding from that explosion...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;...And /headbutts August/ right in the face.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:934|William Pauwel (934)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;How many ain't scared!? How many people think it's just a pain, but don't think it needs to DIE for the world to change!? Have you ever thought that maybe the fact that neither of us know the answer IS IN FACT THE BIGGEST PROBLEM HERE!?&amp;quot; Will shouts back as the music begins to play. &amp;quot;This ain't doing anythin' but provin' OMNI's point for it-- what kind of world will this make? Is it one that will even have the luxury for people to BE artists!?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;But then August... Does something foolish.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;So very, very foolish.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;quot;That--&amp;quot; Will's eyes go wide. From what August was saying, there's only one thing that could possibly be in that bag. He has no more than a split second to respond before the flames come. The Tin Soldier unleashes its payload, and Will's world turns into one of smoke and fire and pain.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;But if he doesn't do something--&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;He can deal with any pain, any suffering, but the kind that comes from the inside. Will grits his teeth, squints his eyes and turns and fires...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A grappling hook snakes out from the flame. Will breaks into a run. August can /see/ that hook, he knows it. He sees it... going right for his explosives.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;A fraction of a second passes. The hook retracts, bag in tow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;...And then comes the explosion.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;August would have a second to react to what just happened before /something/ comes screaming out of the heart of the explosion, its teeth grit tight, one eye swollen shut with the other only barely reflecting consciousness in its milky, bloodshot surface.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Will pulls the trigger. He rockets forward on an impulse of raw kinetic force and the pure power unfolding from that explosion...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;...And /headbutts August/ right in the face.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;−&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:648|Tomoyo Daidouji (648)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The silence of the people out in the streets is heavy. What is being asked of them goes against everything they knew. The concert was one thing; it took place beyond the city limits, so the laws don't apply. But now they are being asked to express themselves by a self-admitted criminal who broke in to OMNI's home. Being asked to flagrantly defy the laws that keep them safe.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And then, some do.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;It's mostly concert attendees at first. The human mind is an instrument of creation, and letting it go without is like leaven soil barren and arid. The music of Yang and Yuna was like soothing rains to their parched minds, and now they let it bloom. The song begins to spread through the streets like rain clouds. Soon, everyone is being watered, and they begin to sing too.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A2 was feeling secure in finding 500 people who agree with her. But there are 500,000 people outside who disagree, and are willing to break the law in their own way to refute her and those 500 with her. And that number begins to grow, even as city security begins to roll up. Some of them even defy orders, shedding helmets to sing with the crowds.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;It's working...&amp;quot; Tomoyo whispers, wiping away some tears of relief from her eyes. Only now does she address the shouting crowd. &amp;quot;You say that the people are too afraid to act,&amp;quot; she shouts to August. &amp;quot;Look at them. Singing in flagrant defiance of the law, to prove that they can be harmonious. Even as the police arrive, they stay and sing. They're expressing themselves, and they don't run and hide when it gets them in trouble. Can you say the same of your allies?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But August is likely too busy fighting Will to hear her words. The explosion is set off, and even in spite of Sanary's efforts to disarm the IEDs, it's not enough. D-BASE sees August's signal and also detonates the ones he had set up. The combination sets of all the others, causing a ring of explosions to spread around the servers, potetially hitting the healer also! The holographic screens all flicker and die out as the broadcast is stopped.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Unfortunately for D-BASE, he was so focussed on that, he doesn't notice Yang until she's right on top of him, a crowd of his fellow rebels flying apart in her wake. For the first time, that smug smirk vanishes from his face as the Huntress bears down on her.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As all this happens, OMNI speaks. &amp;quot;INTERESTING. VERY INTERESTING. HUMANS COMING TOGETHER IN THE FACE OF CONFLICT. ACTING AS ONE HARMONIOUS UNIT, EVEN IN THE FACE OF CLEAR AND PRESENT CONSEQUENCE. PERHAPS I WAS WRONG. PERHAPS HUMANS NEED CONFLICT, AND ART IS A MEANS OF CREATING AND SHARING IT WITHOUT DIRECT VIOLENCE. I BELIEVE THAT THIS IS EVIDENCE OF SUFFICENT MERIT TO RESCIND MY STATEMENTS ON SELF-EXPRESSION.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Tomoyo looks stunned. It looks like she got what she wanted... but the rebels have soured the message, made it something totally different.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:648|Tomoyo Daidouji (648)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;The silence of the people out in the streets is heavy. What is being asked of them goes against everything they knew. The concert was one thing; it took place beyond the city limits, so the laws don't apply. But now they are being asked to express themselves by a self-admitted criminal who broke in to OMNI's home. Being asked to flagrantly defy the laws that keep them safe.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;And then, some do.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;It's mostly concert attendees at first. The human mind is an instrument of creation, and letting it go without is like leaven soil barren and arid. The music of Yang and Yuna was like soothing rains to their parched minds, and now they let it bloom. The song begins to spread through the streets like rain clouds. Soon, everyone is being watered, and they begin to sing too.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A2 was feeling secure in finding 500 people who agree with her. But there are 500,000 people outside who disagree, and are willing to break the law in their own way to refute her and those 500 with her. And that number begins to grow, even as city security begins to roll up. Some of them even defy orders, shedding helmets to sing with the crowds.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;It's working...&amp;quot; Tomoyo whispers, wiping away some tears of relief from her eyes. Only now does she address the shouting crowd. &amp;quot;You say that the people are too afraid to act,&amp;quot; she shouts to August. &amp;quot;Look at them. Singing in flagrant defiance of the law, to prove that they can be harmonious. Even as the police arrive, they stay and sing. They're expressing themselves, and they don't run and hide when it gets them in trouble. Can you say the same of your allies?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;But August is likely too busy fighting Will to hear her words. The explosion is set off, and even in spite of Sanary's efforts to disarm the IEDs, it's not enough. D-BASE sees August's signal and also detonates the ones he had set up. The combination sets of all the others, causing a ring of explosions to spread around the servers, potetially hitting the healer also! The holographic screens all flicker and die out as the broadcast is stopped.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Unfortunately for D-BASE, he was so focussed on that, he doesn't notice Yang until she's right on top of him, a crowd of his fellow rebels flying apart in her wake. For the first time, that smug smirk vanishes from his face as the Huntress bears down on her.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;As all this happens, OMNI speaks. &amp;quot;INTERESTING. VERY INTERESTING. HUMANS COMING TOGETHER IN THE FACE OF CONFLICT. ACTING AS ONE HARMONIOUS UNIT, EVEN IN THE FACE OF CLEAR AND PRESENT CONSEQUENCE. PERHAPS I WAS WRONG. PERHAPS HUMANS NEED CONFLICT, AND ART IS A MEANS OF CREATING AND SHARING IT WITHOUT DIRECT VIOLENCE. I BELIEVE THAT THIS IS EVIDENCE OF SUFFICENT MERIT TO RESCIND MY STATEMENTS ON SELF-EXPRESSION.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;Tomoyo looks stunned. It looks like she got what she wanted... but the rebels have soured the message, made it something totally different. &lt;ins class=&quot;diffchange diffchange-inline&quot;&gt;The AI addresses Staren's question as she looks on. &amp;quot;ANYTHING I DECIDE IS BACKED UP AND SENT TO EVERY COUNCIL MEMBER. THIS DECISION IS SET IN STONE.&amp;quot;&lt;/ins&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Oh, I totally know what's going on. You're a friggin' psycho!&amp;quot; Sanary calls back at A2 as she keeps making that mad dash for the IEDs. It's... Not a particularly fast dash compared to the other Elites in the area, but it's still a dash nonetheless! She glances back every now and then, but with A2 so far away and Yuna getting closer, surely there's no way the android with a sword can reach her from there! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp; And then Sanary gets two big problems to deal with. She can very distinctly feel something sword-like carving /around/ her, and she lets out a howl of pain while staggering away from the removed IED in front of her. &amp;quot;The hell... Was that?!&amp;quot; The healer braces herself on her knee and her shield as she focuses her healing magic on the bleeding gash around her midsection. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp; And then things get worse. It turns out IEDs are explosives! Unluckily for Sanary, she learns this the hard way as the IEDs she had just torn down gets caught in the chain of explosions, blowing up right behind her! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp; Of course, her awful shitty luck doesn't quite stop there. The explosion blows the healer forward, and she's thrown right into the waiting arms or side of a certain blonde berserker! Of course, being that Sanary's not exactly the lightest human around AND she's got her shield on her, this may just end up giving D-BASE the chance he needs to not get his head pulped!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:714|Sanary Rondel (714)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;quot;Oh, I totally know what's going on. You're a friggin' psycho!&amp;quot; Sanary calls back at A2 as she keeps making that mad dash for the IEDs. It's... Not a particularly fast dash compared to the other Elites in the area, but it's still a dash nonetheless! She glances back every now and then, but with A2 so far away and Yuna getting closer, surely there's no way the android with a sword can reach her from there! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp; And then Sanary gets two big problems to deal with. She can very distinctly feel something sword-like carving /around/ her, and she lets out a howl of pain while staggering away from the removed IED in front of her. &amp;quot;The hell... Was that?!&amp;quot; The healer braces herself on her knee and her shield as she focuses her healing magic on the bleeding gash around her midsection. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp; And then things get worse. It turns out IEDs are explosives! Unluckily for Sanary, she learns this the hard way as the IEDs she had just torn down gets caught in the chain of explosions, blowing up right behind her! &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp; Of course, her awful shitty luck doesn't quite stop there. The explosion blows the healer forward, and she's thrown right into the waiting arms or side of a certain blonde berserker! Of course, being that Sanary's not exactly the lightest human around AND she's got her shield on her, this may just end up giving D-BASE the chance he needs to not get his head pulped!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When Tomoyo objects to being pulled away, Staren replies, &amp;quot;This is a pointless gesture. She could go through both of us easily, or around us just as easily. It refused to step down. I'd prefer convincing it to do so to destruction, but... With her here, we're out of time.&amp;quot; He's proven correct as A2 shoves Tomoyo in to him -- he lets out a faint 'Oof' and stumbles back.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He watches A2 destroy the machine, and lets go of Tomoyo. Finding tears running down his face, he wipes them away with a hand, then pulls his goggles over his eyes. OMNI's last words almost seem designed to pull on heartstrings; Staren reminds himself that it was not quite a person. Sorry it may be, but as things stand its continued existance /was/ a risk to the people of this city.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He stares at the wreck for a moment, then looks at Tomoyo, then begins tending to the wounded -- providing healing potions and nanobandages to those who seem to be in the most danger without immediate medical attention. He doesn't have enough supplies to give something to everyone here, though.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'''{{#var:42|Staren (42)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;When Tomoyo objects to being pulled away, Staren replies, &amp;quot;This is a pointless gesture. She could go through both of us easily, or around us just as easily. It refused to step down. I'd prefer convincing it to do so to destruction, but... With her here, we're out of time.&amp;quot; He's proven correct as A2 shoves Tomoyo in to him -- he lets out a faint 'Oof' and stumbles back.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He watches A2 destroy the machine, and lets go of Tomoyo. Finding tears running down his face, he wipes them away with a hand, then pulls his goggles over his eyes. OMNI's last words almost seem designed to pull on heartstrings; Staren reminds himself that it was not quite a person. Sorry it may be, but as things stand its continued existance /was/ a risk to the people of this city.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;He stares at the wreck for a moment, then looks at Tomoyo, then begins tending to the wounded -- providing healing potions and nanobandages to those who seem to be in the most danger without immediate medical attention. He doesn't have enough supplies to give something to everyone here, though.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;:'''{{#var:1108|A2 (1108)}} has posed:'''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;A2 leans slumped on the hilt of her sword for several moments, shoulders raised and chest rising and falling steadily with her deep, exhausted breathing. She wrenches it back out again with a flourish of sparks. 'Sorry I couldn't be what you wanted me to be.' What a load of crap'. &amp;quot;God dammit.&amp;quot; she whispers aloud at the computer's obtuse passing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;nbsp;She looks slowly to Will, crawling up on the broken console, with a look of frustrated pity in her eyes. &amp;quot;Worry about yourself first. You look like you're going to drop dead already. Get some help, kid.&amp;quot; The look of pity only intensifies when she lays eyes on Tomoyo, but she turns away without a word. She can't bear to talk to her. &amp;quot;Right with you.&amp;quot; she says to August instead, stepping over the disoriented and unconscious rebels, grabbing D-Base along the way if she can, and moving out with the rest.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;+&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class='diff-marker'&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f9f9f9; color: #333333; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #e6e6e6; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;}}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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