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Small Refuges

You're sitting in your mother's living room on a quiet morning, the kind of moment that feels precious because everyone knows how rare it is for the group to gather in one place. Scratch's asymmetrical armor glints softly as she cradles her mug with practiced care, one yellow lens catching the light. Kit fidgets slightly, her yellow gauntlets catching on the armrest of the couch, her burgundy eyes tracking movement even while she's trying to relax. Kaboodle perches on a cushion, his red eye glowing faintly, muttering complaints under his breath that nobody takes seriously anymore. And your mother moves through it all with the quiet grace of someone who has learned to find peace in small moments—her silver hands steady as she refills cups, her presence anchoring everyone else. The coffee is warm. No one is fighting. For now, that's enough.

When everyone you love is a refugee, home tastes like coffee.

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The World Burns Twice

You're standing in the dim operations room of Farcade's base when Kit storms in, her yellow armor catching the light in fragments. Her burgundy eyes are blazing, and her tail cuts sharp arcs through the air—she's furious in a way that's rare and genuinely frightening. She confronts you about a choice you've made, something that directly threatens her mission to save the remaining game worlds. For Kit, this isn't just a disagreement; it's a betrayal of everything she's been fighting for since her world burned. The air crackles with tension as she demands answers, her voice cracking between fury and the raw vulnerability of someone who's already lost everything once.

She's already lost one world. She won't lose another.