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Sang: I missed being home

Mapa: we missed you too little bird

Sang: How's atta? Mali?

Mapa: Happy, we are all very happy

Sang: good...

Sang: I thought you died...It's been a century

Mapa: we did

Sang: oh

Mapa: We still got to watch you grow, sweet little bird

Mapa: You were such a hideous baby

Sang: hey

Mapa: Perfect, ugly little baby who made all of our lives better

Forgot to write - when you first fell into our lives you had black hair, and then you spent so much time out that you burned it all off into this gold.

Mapa: Our Joy became our defender

Mapa: Then you went out to help so many people

Sang: I didn't-

Mapa: you did more than any one soul should have to do

Sang: I was made for-

Mapa: You're still one soul. One great, amazing soul, but still a boy. A boy who cried for days because his Atix died

Sang: I couldn't-

Mapa: you tried, you did more than anyone could dream of

Sang: but he- I couldn't- he- why did he? why?

Mapa: oh heart, you did so well. More than our sweet bird should have to do.