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*Kioet walks into the changing room and puts on the suit, the helmet fits, but just barely.*
Kioet: And to think when I was younger, I was able to fit into a stormtrooper uniform...
*Kioet checks to make sure everything is on right, it is.*
Kioet to Nimalf: Need help getting that on?
*Kioet helps Nimalf get into the suit*
Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.
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