yogen | [semi-open] second truth bullet: hinata's memory

[Hinata can't sleep anymore.

Ever since the day of the student council election, he can barely get through the night without seeing that gruesome scene of the students fighting each other, of Ishimaru having to-

...

Sometimes, in the dreams, Ishimaru is killing him instead, or he's in Ishimaru's place. A few times it's him, killing his surviving friends that are probably still on Jabberwock Island. Other times it's his dead friends, killing Hinata so they can live.

He sleeps through the night fitfully, thinking he can smell blood before he restlessly falls back asleep.

On the night of the 3rd, Hinata really can't get back to sleep, the dream just a little too vivid, and now he's wide awake. It's the worst time of day, too - late, too late for them to make any noise, so Hinata's resolving himself to being trapped with his own thoughts at the worst possible time as he begrudgingly rolls to his feet.

It's eerie, hearing absolutely nothing as he exits his classroom and begins to wander through a few others, but he holds out hope that maybe the muscle memory of taking a walk will somehow be enough of a distraction.

He doesn't keep track of the rooms he's entering, but it's in one in particular that he opens the door - and a figure is there. It takes a moment to figure out in the moonlight, but-

Komaeda, he tries to say, automatically, and can't. Can feel his lips forming the name, but it can't be heard and it leave Hinata somehow feeling... bereft.]

( he's grown used to the silence, the emptiness that comes from everything when he walks around or stays in one area — it's all lackluster, but he guesses this is his life. he's heard sound during the night once, and ever since then, things have remained the same. he's vulnerable like everyone else around him, the silence adding an element of surprise, but he's too overjoyed to really think about it now. the fight between ishimaru and madison went excellently well to the point he can't stop thinking about it, and the itch in his heart won't leave.

with his hands hidden in his pockets, his finger idly brushes against the ring that was gifted to him — playing with that too makes him happy, it's because it's something that means a lot. from the meaning behind it to who it came from, and as much as komaeda tries not to show any attachment to him or to anything he does — it's hard given who he is, who he will be, and the fact that once again he's been forced to reside in the body of a mere reserve course. there's many feelings that goes through his head every time he touches the ring, thinking, wondering until...

he sighs, not even audible, but hinata can see the way komaeda's shoulders fall slack as he stares outside — could there be something bothering him? he goes through a flurry of emotions himself, but given his health, it's normal, and so while his mind bounces back and forth between ishimaru and hinata, his eyes glance at the floor in thought. leaving himself open to being bothered, besides, he couldn't even hear when the other came in.

actually, when has komaeda ever been left out in the open with the light kissed along his frame, and even his hair glows from the moon's rays. )

[He stays and watches just a moment longer. Even if he shouldn't. He feels a little bad doing it, but... Hinata never catches Komaeda like this, quiet and lost in thought. Gentle, if he lets the light frame him just right.

But that'll make him thinks of things he shouldn't, so he decides not to linger on that any longer. He doesn't know what makes him move further into the classroom - but he'd feel embarrassed if someone just stared at him without saying anything, so he moves forward.

It feels just as weird for Komaeda to not know that he's approaching - sharp, always mindful Komaeda. But he keeps going until he's in Komaeda's range of vision. Hopefully that's less startling then reaching out to touch him.

Hinata goes this far... but he can't say anything, still. Even if he doesn't know what he would say if he could speak...]

( luckily for him, he adjusts as quick as he's found, and once he notices hinata is by him — his personality becomes vibrant, though a little cool as he knows to keep his distance. what gives away his excitement is the way his eyes widen at seeing him, wondering where he's come from, and what he can do. he's used to not talking, so his lips remain sealed shut as he slowly pushes himself off the desk to stare at the other for a moment.

he blinks slow, curious in his silence as if the other is supposed to answer why he's here or, hand something over to komaeda so he can leave. but he doesn't? )

...?

( walking up to him, komaeda places one hand on hinata's hip, patting around in search of something specific like his pda. he's unable to communicate with him, and komaeda recalls giving it to him when he took the brunette's to give to rokkun — he isn't sure if he gave them back or not, but he knows that the other wouldn't lose things that don't belong to him. it takes a bit of patting, his right hand a little slow because of how it heals compared to his prosthetic left. without much care in the world, he even goes to pat hinata on his chest in search of his pda... wondering if he hid it there.

he did forget to pat hinata's pockets, so he opts out by pinching one of the youth's nipples just to request that he hurries it up. )

[Komaeda is lucky, probably, that there's no sound right now, or he'd have to endure all of the yelling and expletives that would be thrown his way. He's glad, at least, that his more embarrassing yelps and - God forbid - squeaks are lost to nothingness. As it is, Hinata flails against him, face completely red, as he tries and fails to knock Komaeda's hands away. He knocks his hand away from his chest with a vicious scowl, but it's spoiled by how flustered Hinata is.

He... hopes Komaeda isn't just feeling him up for no good reason. There must be a reason for it, right...? So he takes a step back and digs into his pockets; the only thing there is his PDA, tho- oh.

Unnecessary. What a pain. All of that for Hinata to give it back when he could've just done that during the day. He snorts, because it's such a Komaeda thing to do, but it's lost to late-night silence. Arching an eyebrow questioningly, he waves the PDA in front of him. This what you're looking for?]

( the moment the pda is shown to him is when he reaches out to take it, he plucks the device from hinata's hands, and he proceeds to check if it's still on properly. it is, having never really cut off so the other could use it as much as he wants — komaeda checks a few things first, looking through some things until he taps his fingers along the screen. he uses his prosthetic for quicker movement, and once he finally has something typed out, he turns the screen towards hinata to see. )

what are you doing here?

( he quirks a brow himself, curious as to what reason hinata has visiting him so late — they can't talk, they're not on the best of terms, and komaeda doesn't think hinata should even be near him. it's just that komaeda making things complicated, but it seems every time hinata tries to take a step forward to better their relationship. it's hard to accept it, when he thinks about it, and he wonders if right now is another one of those times. )

are you lost? i can walk you back if you're scared.

( they are in a world where ghosts exists, and a place where people can die — who knows, if he takes komaeda with him, maybe the lucky student will die himself. )

[Hinata makes a face as he yanks the PDA back, but even he has to admit that this is pretty clever of Komaeda.]

I'm not lost! And not anymore scared than normal, not really.

[Hinata wonders if he should tell him... if it's okay, if he should. But then he thinks of Komaeda framed with light, sighing where nobody could hear him- and his fingers are moving before he has a chance to think about it.]

I keep. Having nightmares about the day of the student council election. I was walking around because I couldn't sleep, but... I didn't expect you or anybody else to still be awake.

( if komaeda could talk, he'd be silent as of now taking in his fears, his concerns, and his worried about the student council election. to komaeda, he had the time of his life knowing that before, ishimaru's chance was taken from him just like that, so he was blessed with a second chance. one that they should be happy about given the circumstances, and yet, hinata doesn't know that does he? would he have seen it differently if he knew about the life ishimaru had previously lost? would his dreams really plague him had he known the truth behind his story? )

walking around to get it off your mind? that's pretty lonely hinata-kun!
don't you have friends here?

( numerous by now? the type of person he is, it'd be shocking if he didn't have a few people he was close to by now. komaeda only says this as a warning that he shouldn't be alone, because who knows what could happen to him? komaeda isn't worried for him, but one would think that hinata would be more smart about walking around by himself considering what's been happening as of late. )

i'll leave you to your thoughts, but it's alright hinata-kun, ishimaru-kun did win after all.

( and he says that with a smile. )

[Hinata takes the PDA back, motion a little bit slower this time as he thinks.

He's already revealed so much of his thoughts when Komaeda actually could hear him... It doesn't matter much if he does it on text that they'll most likely delete afterwards anyway.]

I wouldn't wake up a friend after midnight. But... I found you, so I guess it's fine.

[Some redness returns to his face, but he's more preoccupied by the way his whole stomach clenches up at the thought of being alone right now. Maybe it really is a good thing he found Komaeda.]

And I know... I know that he won, that he's okay. But it doesn't make my brain stop showing me nightmares of him killing me instead, or me killing our friends.

( as he takes back the pda, his sickly, pale green eyes read over what's typed to him, and his breathing remains the same. maybe others would be alarmed if they say something like this, but killing is a familiar concept to them considering where they all come from. the thing about it is when he looks at hinata, he doesn't know if he has it in him to be a killer — but others thought the same of ishimaru. it's the hinata now that he has trouble envisioning, but perhaps when he's older, and his eyes are two different shades than the thought would never bother him.

he taps on the board, hearing not one click of his prosthetic as he does so. he can only imagine it at this rate, mentally playing off every sound cue that he can while the other is near him. they haven't been close to one another at night, so this is different for them, and outside their norm. )

do you think you should die, hinata-kun?

( that's probably too straightforward, and others would hate him for going that far, but what if? what are the chances hinata wants to give up again, and unfortunately komaeda can't allow that. )

you already told me that you can't die because people are counting on you.
as for killing others... you could be a cute murderer...
is that your true motive?

( he only says that to lighten the mood, to relieve any stress he may have. besides it's komaeda who says these things, and no one ever believes komaeda. )

[Hinata almost drops the PDA, eyes wide, as he reads the words written there.

What a question.

He can feel frustration bubbling to the surface - Hinata's drawn to him, this person that can't stop saying terrible things, and how is he supposed to endure that when everything else is so awful-

But.

Hinata forcibly pulls himself away from that train of thought. He can still hear Nanami's words from the slumber party, like she's gently putting a hand on his arm to hold him back, even now.

"His words always say what he means deep down, and I rarely hear him lie about himself... But that's why he needs a friend like you, someone to really remind him about the world around him and not the world he wants to see."

He breathes in. It'd be shaky if they could hear.]

No. I don't want to die anymore. That still hasn't changed.

And I don't want to kill. That's why I said they're nightmares, I hate them more than anything... When I wake up from those dreams, I feel sick to my stomach. It makes me not want to sleep anymore, because I'm always afraid I'll see them again.

( holding the pda in his hand to read over the response, he does the action a few more times before he proceeds to type in his own reply. it's a little slow at first as he thinks on it, and he wonders if there's something he should do. komaeda at times can be kind, but there are others when he's capable of being cruel. he takes his time into this reply, thinking on hinata's fears and concerns, and what they mean to him — he hums, though it isn't audible, but he pretends he can feel the subtle vibration around his lips.

what should he say? is this the other's way of confiding in him? it makes komaeda wonder if the other is searching for someone to stop him, as if he's going to do something he regrets. )

i'll do it.

( he shows the screen to hinata, making sure he reads the first part of the text before he types the rest of his thoughts. at this part of komaeda's life, he has mixed feelings, some he doesn't understand, and others he wonders why does he have them. luckily, his morality is low, and he doesn't mind doing horrible things as long as it's for the sake of hope. hinata may not know, but even though komaeda attempts to put him at arm's length — there's always something that guides him back. )

i'll kill for you, and that way you can fall asleep.
would that get rid of the nightmares... and allow you to sleep peacefully...?

( it's because no matter what is between them, komaeda still cares about him — even now, he still doesn't understand why he's this way. )

[Hinata feels his stomach drop out as he reads that message. Everything he's worried about and dreaded, everything he's tried to avoid - condensed in that one message. The apprehension that floods him is intense enough that he almost doesn't want to read whatever Komaeda will type next.

But he does, because not looking at it won't make it cease to exist. He expects to feel - anger, because that's what he always feels when Komaeda talks about killing. Anger, or perhaps frustration, maybe with a dash of helplessness.

However, those aren't the things he feels. It's something that he can't quite put a name to, but... He almost feels a little sad, as he opens his hand for the PDA.]

Please don't.

[He's never tried asking, before. Not really.]

I'm sure that if you did that... I'd never be able to sleep again. I'd have dreams of you being killed, or being killed by you instead.

I think... that if you really wanted to help me. Knowing you're not hurting anyone, and knowing nobody's hurting you... Having that reassurance is the best thing you could ever do for me.

( as he takes back his pda, he slowly begins to read the contents of it, and there's points that he disagrees with. he doesn't believe anything he does effects hinata anymore, that komaeda could do anything, and the other could leave peacefully. have a semblance of it, at least. it would be better if hinata's sanity didn't ride on those sort of things, and so komaeda taps slowly to respond back. there's a few moments where he backspaces his words because he's trying to figure out how he should convey his message. )

you'll grow out of it.

( he doesn't expand on that, and instead changes the subject. )

what will you do hinata-kun?
you can't remain awake forever.

( as he offers the device back, he raises his prosthetic to rest his palm on hinata's cheek, but it's more like he's examining something. his thumb swipes gently under the youth's eyes, checking to see if he has any heavy, dark bags underneath from the lack of sleep. what makes it worse is that komaeda's leaned in despite having the light from the pda he could use. )

[Hinata is almost glad there's no sound, because Komaeda surely would've heard the way his breath sharply caught in his throat. As it is, there's bound to be some softness or vulnerability shining in his eyes from a gesture like that, not enough time to mask it. That's terrifying in its own way.

He swallows, looks away even though his face is surely red- then down, to the PDA. He needs a distraction. It's probably not going to say something along the lines of, "I'm going to hold your cheek and look into your eyes in the moonlight, making you feel all sorts of things you'd rather not," but Hinata doesn't expect it to say much better.

Hinata reads it... and immediately makes a face.]

Grow out of What, what the hell does that mean.

[He's not leaving that alone. It doesn't even get a proper question mark, because. Komaeda?????]

I... don't really have any other choice but to try and sleep, though, do I? They say you go insane if you try to live without sleep, right?

( that's the first and last thing komaeda will say on the subject because he's older now... everyone's older now, and because of the situation they're in... they have no choice but to try and live on. sure, there are a few deaths on their hands they'd rather not have, but it's normal to each an every one of them — even to hinata, though, his merge with kamukura is thanks to that. it's a thought that makes him smile, though probably missed by hinata as he turns away.

it's his concern about sleeping, and komaeda stares at the pda as if he's thinking about something. was there lack of sleep that caused komaeda to be the way he is? he questions that with the expression he wears, full of wonder as his one arm drops back down by his side since he can no longer touch hinata. it would be a problem if he didn't sleep, if he allowed his terrors to scare him from closing his eyes, if he continued to think of things that put him at unease. he's sensitive to his surroundings where as komaeda isn't, he's far too gone, and can go with the flow to let things like killing or being killed effect him. he sighs, luckily it isn't audible, but he hands back his pda to hinata with nothing typed on it, and instead proceeds to walk towards the door of the classroom.

he stands there for a moment, almost like he's contemplating what to do next. a hand comes to his chin as he rubs thoughtfully, and with another step is he out in the hall. his eyes looking both left and right, checking something specific )

[Hinata is stuck there for a moment, disbelieving as he blinks after Komaeda walks away, eyes chasing after the afterimage. It's just like him, isn't it? Leaving after he says that leave Hinata feeling unsettled.

And yet... those words he read play back in his mind.

"i'll kill for you, and that way you can fall asleep."

I... can't leave him alone. Not right now.

He doesn't waste another second, darting out of the room as quick as his feet can carry him. Hinata's breathing hard as he makes it out into the hall, the sound of it lost to the silence of the night as his eyes adjust to the darkness again, searching for Komaeda. Hopefully he hasn't gone too far yet.]

( he's having nightmares that are plaguing him, there's nothing komaeda can do to ease him from that — hinata can wake up on his own, he's capable of doing that alone. unlike the ultimate who suffered from his own endless nightmare, a world where hope didn't exist and talent didn't matter because he was ordinary. to give that up for a world where others are happy, that feels like death to komaeda himself, and maybe in a way it relates to the pain hinata feels being killed over, and over again. komaeda recalls the pain of the bullet piercing his skull, and even that feeling felt good to be free, and he wonders if hinata needs the same treatment — something painful to get it off his mind.

it's a thought that won't leave, knowing hinata is depending on him for help, and komaeda comes to a complete stop once he rounds the corner. even if hinata is younger, even if his eyes are the same color, he's still the person who pulled komaeda out of his own endless nightmare — as terrifying as it was, as out of character as it was, it was him who assisted. komaeda believed in him the entire time to be the one who saved him, and it makes him wonder if hinata's believing in him too. he doesn't know if he wants to be believed in by him because what are the chances that he fails him in that regard too, what if he's unable to do anything for him?

why does komaeda still even care about this? he touches his head softly, slightly bothered, because there's nothing he can do for hinata here. all he can do is come this far to see if anyone's around, making sure that there's no one who can do any harm to him when he's already doing that to himself. if anyone views his weakness, they can use it against him, or maybe komaeda's that selfish of a person who wants to see that for himself. seeing that it's only them on this side of the hall, he turns on his heel to go back the direction he came, but it's instant when he bumps into someone who seems to be in a rush — that someone being... hinata himself.

it's instinct at this rate once komaeda notices who it is, and he reaches out with his prosthetic hand first to quickly wrap around his waist to catch him. isn't it a blessing that komaeda's a little taller in his twenties? without thinking, he's pulling the other close to him — chest to chest — so that hinata can regain his balance. once he does, komaeda's eyes blink in confusion wondering why hinata's not in the classroom he left him in.

is there... a problem? )

[There's something abnormal about running so hard, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, and yet not being able to hear that or the sound of his own breath sawing through his lungs.

He can't stop, though, because- he has to get there in time, in case something happens to Komaeda- no, in case he does something- to make sure he's okay-

Hinata rounds the corner, and the heart that had been racing nearly leaps out of his chest when he crashes into somebody chest to chest and feels panic rushing through his head-

But... it's not anybody else except for who he's looking for. When that thought registers, Hinata is surprised by the amount of relief that floods through him. Even as he feels Komaeda's hand at his waist and his lips form the na to ask "What are you doing?" before he forgets that he can't be heard... the relief is still stronger than anything else.

He knows his face is still probably a little red, but... Hinata reaches out to grab Komaeda's sleeve, giving a cautious tug towards himself, towards the classroom. Come back?]

( come back to where? come back to who? you're gone. is something that komaeda knows as he can feel hinata tugging on his sleeve, and in return he finds himself staring. he isn't doing as told, oh no, instead, he's gauging whether that's a good idea or not — he did want to sleep peacefully, didn't he? wouldn't komaeda cause a problem to that well-needed rest that he should have?

his hand still resides on hinata's waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes to check if he's really there. he is, and he's warm as well, considering komaeda who is always too cool, so he likes the warmth he's generating from how close they are. it takes him a moment to take a step bac so that they finally have breathing room between them. if he had his pda on him (unsure if hinata left it on the desk in the classroom or has it on him), he'd tell the other that he should at least try to sleep, but he doubts he will with knowing komaeda is out and about actively.

he's waiting for hinata to make the first move towards their destination before moving himself, but his eyes fall down to where his prosthetic is — not realizing that his hand was still in that position, and he quickly moves his hand away. that was an accident on his part, but seeing that hinata doesn't look like he's going to fall... then it should be okay to take his arm back. )

[He knows he's especially flushed now, redder from the way that hand held him, but- it's worth it, it's all worth it for the way that Komaeda pulls back. There's something about it that's so human, so boyish, it- it makes Hinata smile. He hasn't worn an expression this fond around Komaeda in a long time.

He shouldn't, maybe. He should school his expression into something more neutral if nothing else, probably. But he doesn't for some reason.

Hinata pulls the PDA out of his pocket, where he tucked it when he ran, and waves it at Komaeda for a moment before typing out a message.]

I got scared for y- [BACKSAPCE] I got scared when you ran out of the classroom like that. Let's go back, okay?

( viewing the message, he stares tiredly, shaking his head, and proceeds to type what's on his mind. )

sorry, hinata-kun... i was just thinking about you.

( he was, certain words echo in his head that he doesn't know what to do with them, ah, in the end, it would have been better if hinata fell asleep already. he wouldn't have to suffer as much as he's doing now, but komaeda doubts sleeping can be that easy. without any hesitation, he takes a step forward towards the classroom as he encourages him to follow with him. as the moon shines down from the window to cascade their steps in its glow, its easier to see as they make it to the doors of where hinata had stumbled upon komaeda. )

it breaks my heart to know you're scared for me, but being scared of me would be worse
don't ever be scared of me

( because there's nothing about him to be afraid of, he's always been honest, and isn't that sort of honesty what make people believe in others? some type of hope. )

[He can feel his breath catch in his throat, just the same as before, when he sees Komaeda in the moonlight. That, and the message on the PDA, do things to his heart that he isn't really equipped to handle. He adverts his gaze when he reads it, smile finally dropped because his expression turns too flustered to hold it. Hesitantly, he starts typing back.]

...If you say things like that, I won't know what to say at all. I really won't be able to leave you alone then, you know.

[He doesn't elaborate on that. That's all Komaeda's going to get. He looks back at him as he pauses before typing out the rest.

Hinata feels like he can breathe, now that they're back in the classroom together. A weight off of his shoulders now that he has Komaeda in sight, knows he's fine and safe and right here with him. He hadn't realized how much it bothered him that he couldn't confirm that with his own eyes until Hinata ran into him out in the hall, and it's...

It's scary. Feeling like this at all, but feeling like this about Komaeda... Even if he can't put a name to what "this" is, it's really scary.]

I used to be scared of you. I probably should be, still, but I...

I don't want to be anymore. [It's at this point, as he types, that the smile finally returns.] It's funny, but I never thought I'd feel this relieved just by knowing you're okay, so... That counts for something, doesn't it?

[As he passes back the PDA, he looks up at Komaeda, smile uncertain but almost... hopeful.]

( he won't leave him alone if he says things like that? it makes komaeda wonder if he should say something more, if he does... will hinata really stay. maybe had he said the same thing when he woke up from the tube, would they have really stayed together in that sense? would one of his eyes be different, would they be able to return to a simpler time where everyone was together — where hinata would be able to know when komaeda is having difficulties? )

you can ignore me, you can hate me, you can despise me... but don't be afraid of me

( it's true, he can feel anything negative towards komaeda, but the one thing he shouldn't be is terrified, because there's nothing komaeda can do that goes against him. everything is for hope, each and every single plan he's put into motion in the past has been just for that. hinata doesn't realize it, he doesn't know how much of an important card he plays in komaeda's life — but the thought of hope being afraid of him, it makes him feel uncomfortable.

he doesn't know why he'd be more comfortable with hinata hating him, and maybe that's because komaeda's drawn to him anyway — would pester him no matter what, so he can power his way through that. yet, fear is a different beast, one that outweighs everything else. )

that way we'll always be together
what do you think, hinata-kun?
that's why you gave me a ring and tried to marry me, right

( he doesn't give him much time to think on that though, komaeda is joking after all since it's easy to ease him about these sorts of things. )

you should sleep i'll be here with you through the nightmares

[Even before he reads any messages, Hinata goes to the closest wall. He'll wave over Komaeda as he slides down to sit on the ground with his back to the wall.

It's probably just as well that he sits, because the moment he reads Komaeda's messages, he's grateful for the silence hiding the embarrassing noise he likely makes as he buries his face in his knees. How can he say things like that so easily...?!

When Hinata finally emerges after a few moments, blush returned in full force, he'll type out only a single message at first, which he'll show to Komaeda.]

I told you not to say anything embarrassing about the ring, you asshole.

[After Komaeda's read it, he'll begin writing out another message again.]

But... if you don't give me a reason to be afraid, I won't be afraid. And you don't need to ask me to stay when I already promised you that I would.

[For a moment, he holds his chest, the feelings that are piling there that feel fit to burst. Things he doesn't want to name, things that scare him - but things that also make him happy... things that feel right.

Even if he's uncertain, Hinata doesn't want to let go of this until he can understand it completely. That fragile, pained wish has always stayed the same, even if it's changed and reverted and changed again - he wants to understand Komaeda Nagito.]

If you're here... then if nothing else, I won't have to worry about you. [It feels so simple, now that he types it. A solution hiding in plain sight. His shoulders shake with silent laughter.] This is funny too, you know... I always wanted somebody that I could be close to enough to sleepover with when I was a kid.

[Someone to laugh with, share his thoughts with, spend all of his time with. A friend that would look at him beyond all the seriousness, the diligence and the hard work he did - just as Hinata Hajime, the person.

It would be nice... if he could have somebody like that.]

If you're offering, then I'm asking. Stay here with me tonight, Komaeda.

[closed to komaeda] 6/3-6/4, eventually sdr2 spoilers

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i just want to stop seeing thinkin how the tag would have been diff im sobbing

cursed... who lets me keep getting near the keyboard

the way i fell asleep midtag you already know sleep is winning

crying I can feel it winning too... I keep dozing off I think I have to throw in the towel

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you didn't tell me I wrote backsapce at 7 am in the morning and now I have to look at it forever

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