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“You’re not red and blue any more, Brend. You’re white.”

“Just like you,” he acknowledged. “We work in tandem. Together.”

“I… don’t think we made it…”

“… past the creatures, yeah. Critters,” he redefined.

“Yet. Here we are.”

“Thought to be Critter Sea,” he returned. “But instead: Crisp. Crisp Sea.”

“Crisp… Sea,” she repeated, more crisply on the Crisp.

“But we definitely didn’t make it.”

“Nah,” she followed quickly and moved into position 06 in the sequence, unable to look at it any longer.

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