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Fey looked up at Sky. Then, she averted her gaze back down to the grass. Wow. She'd never imagined such a thing. She knew the Feds were cruel bastards, but all the death and that part at the end of Sky's story... It unnerved her and made her want to punch something at the same time. She frowned. "That's... heavy," she offered, but Fey was truly at a loss as to how to respond to the tragic story. It rubbed her the wrong way. She curled her hands into fists and brought her knees to her chest as a small wind blew, ruffling her platinum hair.