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Throe accepted the soup and went over to where Xcor had been sitting. Sinking down to the floor, he put the brass box on the far side of himself and began to eat. Xcor joined him on the stain of the blood he had shed during the day, and in silence, they completed their reunion. But it was not over, at least not on Xcor's part. His regret stayed with him, the heaviness of the burden of his actions altering him forever, like an injury that had scarred over and healed wrong. Or rather, in this case ... healed right.