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    Synopsis:

    Zevlor is on his own during the camp celebration. He's standing, gazing out at the party and quietly reflecting to himself.


  • 0.
    Zevlor
    : Is this everyone? Our numbers have grown so few...devnote62a477f0-8e07-d522-2672-fff06b538b41_A
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  • 1.
    Zevlor
    : No. Let them have fun. I'll be ruining it come morning anyway.62a477f0-8e07-d522-2672-fff06b538b41_C62a477f0-8e07-d522-2672-fff06b538b41_C = False, 62a477f0-8e07-d522-2672-fff06b538b41_B = False, 62a477f0-8e07-d522-2672-fff06b538b41_A = False
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  • 2.
    Zevlor
    : I should be out there, talking with them. In... just a moment, maybe.devnote62a477f0-8e07-d522-2672-fff06b538b41_B62a477f0-8e07-d522-2672-fff06b538b41_C
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  • 3.
    Zevlor
    : No more. I can't afford to lose any more of them.devnote62a477f0-8e07-d522-2672-fff06b538b41_A62a477f0-8e07-d522-2672-fff06b538b41_B
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