[She holds up her locket with reluctant care, as if she knows them as much as she is loathe to use them (they look like her uncle might have made them, and if so...
She doesn't really think fondly of him right now, and is very unsure about his sons, some of whom used to be her best friends.]
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[She holds up her locket with reluctant care, as if she knows them as much as she is loathe to use them (they look like her uncle might have made them, and if so...
She doesn't really think fondly of him right now, and is very unsure about his sons, some of whom used to be her best friends.]