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"I'm sure you'll find your sister if you search long and hard enough," Isokla confided, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, though her touch was light. For some reason, it was not at all hesitant, and her graceful moments came with ease. "Regardless, you will make a difference in this world if you continue your journey, whether you mean to or not - whether for good or ill. But consider, would your sister wish you in such a state? If you wish to live for her, to find her, then surely, first you must start by looking to yourself. If you met her tomorrow, or even today, and she saw you in such a state, how would she react? I know that if I were, I would not wish my brother to be depressed..." Isokla sighed, cutting off and withdrawing her hand, "But what do I know?" she murmured, almost to herself.
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