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(Old lady grabs Spondule’s wrist)

NAVICHET: (still being carried by Spondule) Passastil.

(Noc runs down the stairs from the platform. The others follow as Two-Legs collapses around them, and acolytes panic and flee)

NAVICHET: You’re not-- you’re not a weapon, passastil.

NOC: (pointing) It’s going towards the Bleach-- Get out of its way!

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