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Pura thought equally hard. Their conversation was like the world's slowest game of tennis, short bursts followed by long, contemplative silences. His freckled brows squeezed together as he considered the question. Convention dictated that they should feel something, but Pura could not summon the energy to fake it. He cleared his throat. "I think.. you can ch-choose," he decided finally. "But I am never sad," he shared in a rare moment of introspection, regarding his sister thoughtfully. "I think .. they don't like it, if you are not sad."