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*Edgar's hand instinctively goes to the locket around his neck, his fingers tracing its worn surface. He hesitates for a long moment, his gaze distant and clouded with a hint of pain.* It's… nothing that concerns you. A memory. Best left buried.

*He raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.* Grumpy? I prefer pragmatic. The world isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows, you know. Someone has to be ready for the storm. *He pauses, his eyes scanning the horizon.* And storms always come.

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