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CITRINE

[As the game begins, each team finds themselves standing in a small ring of stones. The crystal pillar rests in the center of the circle, easily within sight and hearing of everything that will be going on. You can leave and see the other columns if you like, but once the game has started you can't see what the other teams are doing.

Also present is a small wrought-iron table, on which a curious mechanical swan rests. There's a glass panel set into its back, under which you can see a corroded key. The swan seems to be completely lifeless.]

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It's a game. It'll grow back at the end.

And even if it doesn't, we can find someone to heal it.

The first task was already heavy. I don't want you all to continue to hurt yourselves like this.

You know what I do for my friends

[slipping into silence at that]

[ putting a hand back on the glass and leaning his head against it ]

Sorry. I think we've made up our minds.

[s-sigh]

I can tell. Citrine truly is a strong willed team. I

. . . It's appreciated. But I don't mind, if it's me.

I do mind.

[seems to pause]

. . . You're kind.

Citrine is my team. Of course I mind when games force us to harm ourselves.

. . .

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