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Smiling sadly at her, he took her prostetic hand in his and squeezed.

"Not borken, never broken. Take this bottle, its been crakced and fractured, but with a bit of glue, and some TLC, it will be fine. People are the same way Noir, at least thats how i think. You arn't broken, you're crakced, and cracks can be healed noir."

Still smiling he tiled his head to the side.