Chris
The afternoon was cold, crisp in ways that spoke of Halloween and autumn. Ares was on his way to visit Valio, unannounced sure, but when was that an issue? Valio had quite the habit of sneaking into Ares' dorm whenever she wanted, back when she was still at the cradle, so why would it be an issue for Ares to do the same? 

The industrial district looked different in the day, but it didn't take long for him to find the hospital Valio was apparently being treated at. He hesitated for a second before walking inside, the last he had seen of her was not exactly the most pleasant. Ares shook his head and grabbed the door handle, swinging it open with a certain confidence that only someone like Ares could muster. 

After asking the secretary about Val, and being pointed down a hallway, Ares was on his way. He repeated the room number in his head over and over as to not forget.

Within minutes, there was the number. It was beside a closed door, this time however Ares didn't hesitate. He slowly opened it, and there was Valio. It was almost weird to see her in the hospital, gown and everything, attached to various tubes and wires. That didn't matter though, she was alright. 

"Not dead yet?" Ares broke the silence with a playful sort of tone, a smile on his face.
Santos
Valio was busy looking at her iv. Messing with it, the still open wounds where wrapped as they bled through the bandages so carefully placed onto her. Valio would do that damned fight again and again if she was able to. Just to make sure Annika was okay, thankfully she was told that while Valio was panicking. A wonderful time.

Valio heard walking, shoes... Not guts... Heavy... Not Rafaela or Finley
...Or Esme... Purposeful... Not Sergio though his steps where light as well...
And Ares steps through the door and Valio stares. Once she sees that smile her face instantly shifts to a disappointed frown. No joy on her features. Valio puts her hands down and takes a deep breath. 

"***Ares Morales.***" 
It was said with a deep growl and the vowels skip along the line of her native tongue. The light flickers with the growing frown stretching across Valio's features.

There was a violent pulsing that shook and snaked itself through Valio's arms as static seemed to fill both their senses with nauseating speed. 

This boy needs to answer for some things.
Chris
The sudden expression shift in Valio made Ares somewhat uneasy, but not entirely. He was used to downcast stares of disapproval from almost everyone he talked to, but Valio had never really looked at him like that before. Unless... She was joking? Ares sort of shrugged it off, and walked closer to her. The door closed shut behind him.

"Thats my name, yes." Ares laughed, it was a short sound, and almost awkward but not quite. Ares once again wasn't really taking things seriously, what was there to be serious about? His voice was tired, as if he hadn't been getting proper sleep. However, with his normal demeanour being kind of unbothered it was hard to tell. 

"What's with the expression. Am I in trouble?" The stare from Valio was slightly intimidating, but Ares didn't really let it bother him. The boy was clearly joking. He crossed his arms over his chest, and spoke with a crooked sort of half smile. If anything, he was just happy to see she was okay. 

Maybe she was angry he hadn't visited sooner? Or was she aware of what happened with the angels? Surely she wouldn't be mad at him for that... Would she? Ares started recounting everything he could've possibly done wrong.
Santos
Valio looked at Ares with her storm-like gaze. Valio pushes herself towards Ares and she reaches out to grab him. She gets a hand around Ares left bicep before she drags Ares into a bruising hug. 

There was a small shock that was sent into Ares but then an intense warmth from none other than Valio herself. Valio now sounded worried, pained even when she spoke. One hand was in Ares hair gently stoking it and the other was tightly wrapped around Ares' torso, it felt like she was terrified to let him go. 

"You can't be doing this to me."

She mumbled the first part of the sentence compressive English before barreling down in Greenlandic. Valio squeezed Ares every tighter, this boy put his entire life in danger and the first he asks if I wasn't dead yet. Valio wanted to laugh but she also wanted to cry, she heard Ares came to help her but they didn't tell him if he was okay, she was so afraid that he was hurt and she couldn't do anything about it. The nurse told her she was find but she never really took many people's words to heart anymore. 

Valio will never truly be mad at Ares but the stunts he pulls will never not scare her, but she's being hypocritical. She was so scared that Ares' blood would have been splattered across that floor like he was game to a beast. Valio is so relieved he's okay and still so infuriatingly boyish.
Chris
Ares felt surprised when Valio pulled him into a hug. She had hugged him before but not like this. It took a second of Ares just... *Standing there* For him to finally process what was happening. Within seconds Ares had wrapped his arms around her in response, usually his hugs were awkward but not this time. He felt her uncertainty, and how deeply she cared. He returned the gesture, he cared so much about her too. To have her even be able to hug him right then was a massive relief. 

"Hey hey, I'm okay. I promise." Ares let himself melt into the hug. It was nice, no one really gave hugs like Valio did. It was comforting to be back in her presence, through the months of her being a fugitive and now being in the hospital, she wasn't around often. Ares hadn't really processed how much he had really missed her. 

The whole situation hadn't really set in yet. Ares was the type to ignore things, push them aside with a laugh and a joke, but Valio clearly wasn't going to let him do that. 

"Were you not told what happened?" 

Ares had assumed that she would be given some sort of update on how everything turned out, that Annika was okay and that the fight wasn't for nothing. He wasn't sure, maybe that was his job? He hadn't exactly been doing the best job at keeping Valio in the know. 

Still, even then, here the two were. Embraced in a hug, not letting either one go.
Santos
Valio stopped for a moment, her fingers dragging lightly in the curls of his hair and she restarted again. But her index finger started tracing something. Valio put her lips to his temple in a soft kiss, Valio was so worried for him. She wished that emergency word didn't send but... She knows it would've hurt him if she didn't. Valio tucks her head against the side of his. 

The situation set in so quickly for Valio that she didn't have a moment not think before she could barely breath. She felt the horror of waking up from death again, with white then black then a violent burst of heat that boiled her body before it almost combust into flames. Which she did... But she'll never say. This boy and many others have effected her so in ways she never thought would happen again... She's a little glad. 

"I was told but I was also never told you were okay. I was so scared that you had been hurt, I was terrified that those angels had run you though and I didn't even get to see your face."
Valio mumbled. 
"It broke me."
*Ares dosent know how much he hurts her.* 

Valio hugged him ever so tighter.
Chris
Ares gave a genuine smile at the soft kiss planted on his temple. Valio cared so much more than Ares really gave her credit for. Of course, he knew they were close but a part of Ares never really knew how to process the idea that he genuinely mattered to people. To hear her so genuinely upset almost made him want to cry, but he didnt. 

With a solid squeeze, Ares let go and sat down on the edge of her bed. The two were still close. Ares didn't really have the heart to make any sort of space between them. 

"I know you're worried *Hermana*, but I'm okay. Im here now." Ares tilted his head slightly with his smile. "I was actually the reason that angel bitch didn't cause any more harm. *I was so cool.*" The smile shifted slowly back into his normal bastard grin. Ares really couldn't stay serious for long.

"You know me, I'm too strong to get hurt." He laughed a little bit. 

"Anyways, how are you feeling? You're worried about *Me?* I thought you died!" 

A sense of urgency raised with his last few words. He *Was* Worried, and was even more shocked that the only thing Valio could really think of was if Ares was safe. He walked out of there without a scratch, he wasn't even punched. He gave the final and finishing blow. A little stressed and frazzled sure, but more than fine. Valio was the one who was hurt, and was the one who should be worried about. She looked fine, but Ares knew how deep the glowing knives cut, and how difficult they were to heal from.
Santos
Valio's hands ghosted upwards to Ares' cheeks seeming to wipe and ghost's of tears from his face before falling into her lap. Valio's face was neutral but she knew it was bare. Valio had finally gotten some bandaging for the size of her face that wasn't so fortunate to remain intact so at least Ares didn't have to see that. 

"You still could have gotten hurt." 
Valio argues. It dosent matter if Ares looked cool it's a matter if he was okay. Her frown flickering for a moment. 

"Of course I'm worried about you. I don't think it really matters if I got hurt considering everyone else is safe." 

Valio looks at Ares with a steely gaze, she means it genuinely. The wounds ached so badly that angle cut deep. Her muscles twinged with protest every time she moved, she felt useless and scared. *Again.*

Valio's hands drew into fists. She knows how Ares feels about this but Valio will not move on what she feels is right, as much as it hurts to speak it to him.
Chris
"Well yeah, but I didn't get hurt." The tanned boy paused, looking down at his fingers before looking back up at Valio. "Im sorry I worried you."

Ares looked at Valio with a genuine sort of look. The way the other spoke almost made him shiver, a sort of cold that wasn't unwelcome but was unknown. Some sort of unidentifiable feeling pestered inside his chest, confusion maybe? It wasn't inherently negative. Ares loved being with Valio, everything was okay around her. Yet, seeing her like this almost made his brow tense. 

"Of course it matters. *You* Matter so much, Val. To me, and to a lot of people. I'm literally so glad you aren't incredibly hurt." 

Ares' voice wasn't that of a lecture, it was calm and quiet. His deep monotone words were words of care, he simply wanted to tell her how much she mattered. Not lecture her on having a low sense of self worth. 

The two of them had been through one hell of a day, week, month, maybe even longer than that. Yet, here, in this quiet hospital room with the birds singing songs of autumn afternoon outside the window, Ares didn't have to worry about it. He had his now closest friend, one who he considered family sitting right beside him. She was okay.

"How has the hospital been treating you? You think you're going to be let out soon?"
Santos
Valio just stares and the leaky star-like gaze of hers falters and breaks as she head meekly moves down to look at her burned and scorned hands. They flexed and cracked under her own stare, she could still see that shiny red that looks so grand against burned black. The little golden cuts that were made as she pushed the angles blade away from her. 

To think that angel thought she could judge whatever Valio had already, Valio served her own sentence on herself. On others. Their justice was a fickle and sad thing. But, it is long over and Valio is still so scarred. It's nothing truly new. Never will be, buts it's always so jarring to see in a mirror. 

"That's what surprised me. I wasn't expecting you to change so much of how everything is." 

Valio looks at her hands then looks at Ares, and she silently prays that his never will look like her own.

"I'm glad to have met you. Really."

Valio's day will never be over, something will happen with her and she will accept it. She always has. 
The ringing beeps off the whirling machinery mixed with the soft coos of bird's mix to make some resemblance of calm Valio strains to touch. It was cold, not her but everything around her. Ares made it warm, scalding even. She wouldn't have it another way though. She's too damn stubborn. 

"Probably not. The angelic knives don't heal that fast, Ares. As much as you want them to. The hospital itself? Well besides me setting off my bed alarm every two seconds."

It went from tense and cautious to jests and glee in a second. It's funny isn't it.
Chris
With Valio's words, Ares couldn't help but smile. It was a crooked sort of thing, but full of happiness. A sight not many got the privilege of seeing... Ares was rarely in a pleasant mood. 

"Im glad to have met you too." 

The way the boy spoke here was such a contrast to what he normally sounded like. On average, Ares spoke with a certain malice. He spoke like someone who aimed to tease and bother whoever he was talking to, or someone who wanted anything but a serious conversation. Yet, on rare occasions with those he was comfortable with, Ares' voice would soften. His tough guy persona slowly cracking away to reveal someone who deeply and genuinely cared about those around him, like gold seeping through a slate grey statue. Valio was one of those people. Maybe the only person at the facility. Ares adored and trusted his siblings more than anything, but they were countless hours away, across the sea, and never awake at the same time as him. Curse timezones. 

The boy leaned dramatically against Valio's shoulder, letting his head rest against her lightning hair. It was softer than it looked, Ares liked to joke that it would crack like concrete if he touched it, but it was actually very comforting. The same as a soft blanket on a rainy autumn evening, the feeling that made the cold outside disappear. 

"Can you like- get someone to speed up the process or something." He groaned, clearly playing up his anguish for laughs. "I miss yooooou. You've been away since forever." 

Dragging out his last syllable, Ares couldn't help but snicker a little. He sounded younger than he was, maybe his actual age for once. Ares always had a bad habit of acting older, more rigid. 

He did miss Valio, that was true, but his theatrical display of despair was definitely for kicks. Although, deep down a part of him genuinely hoped she would be okay soon, but he knew that she was right. The wounds wouldn't close no matter how much he wished.
Santos
Valio gave Ares a weird half smile that looked a little awkward, but it slid off her face quickly. 

Valio wonders if Ares misses his family. If Valio had any, would she miss them? Valio is cold of heart and soul, but gentle at least. She hoped she was. Guess prison really did wonders for her. 

Valio's frown dramatically took up 75% of her face when Ares leaned on her. Her spiky hair looked like an absurd wig on him. Contrary to popular belief she does take good care of it and she thinks it's soft. 

"I can make the process go slower." 
Valio said poking his forehead with her finger. 
"I knooooow. I'll hopefully be back soon. Don't break for spine till then." 

Valio heard that snicker and pinched his nose. 
"You're like a white fox. Loud and always jumping headfirst into snow. Did you know that." 

Valio's voice was serious but hopefully Ares knew it was a joke. 
They're both like... Valio wasn't sure. Valio's face scrunches in thought. One of those puzzle cubes. It takes a little time to show parts of them. Was that right. 

Valio would have to think on it when she doesn't have this explosive little parasite on her. 
Ares wasn't a parasite.
Chris
Ares snickered as Valio grabbed his nose. He scrunched it up with a childlike expression, letting himself smile so genuinely he felt it press up against his cheeks. Ares rarely smiled to the point of showing his dimples, but they couldn't lay dormant forever and Valio always managed to bring them out. 

"I like foxes— I'll take that as a compliment." 

Here, Ares was the happiest. This kind of joy was only brought out in him when he was with his siblings back home. It felt like warmth in his chest and the laughter of jokes. It was comforting and familiar, but only a few people could make Ares feel that way. 

After letting his smile subside, a thought slid itself into his head. 

"Hey Val. What's going to happen after you get better?" 

Ares had nearly forgotten Valio was 21. The situation with her being a fugitive had distracted him from the idea that she would be leaving soon. Even just the thought made his chest burn with a grief he couldn't place. 

Maybe something else would happen— and she could stay for longer. Ares hoped that was true, even if he knew it wasn't.
Santos
Valio scoffed, crossing her arms and in turn, trapping Ares within them. Val liked having people close, contrary to the standoffish nature she has. Valio looked at how, bright Ares looked Val is so glad she's able to give him that sort of comfort. Kids like him need it, just a time to not have something weighing on them like a weight of pain and agonized whispers.

"Sure. Whatever you say." 

Valio felt calm, surprisingly. Which was a great opposite of the wreck of anxiety and panic she was reduced to while alone in the hospital. Thinking she'd lost everything at once. 

A small ball of guilt forms so gently against her head. She wants to take it away but she knows she can't. He's too stubborn.

"They haven't told me yet. But, I don't think any good is coming out of the end of my recovery."

She was honest, having a horrible feeling about the end. Waiting always has that sort of effect of malignant dread. At least she could tell the trust, it's what she has always done and will continue to do, like check marks on a paper soaked with tears. 

She wasn't sure, and the future was so ominous that it cast her into a disquieted sea of doubt. 
What would happen if she was gone? She promised she wouldn't hurt others... What if she is doing that again. 

Valio's brow furrows and she looks to the window, where the reflection seems to play with her...*Not showing Ares at her side at all*.
Chris
Ares felt the tug of Valios arms and just accepted that he would never be able to stay apart from her for long. With a content smile, he rested his head against Valio. Her torso was muscular and safe, it was the strong of a mountain that held life itself in its trees. Never ending rivers and waterfalls found home in their eyes, and thunder clouds with strikes of lightning played with the tips of her hair. She was family, and more comfort than Ares could explain. 

"Nothing good... Hm. Sounds right." Ares' voice had softened. It spoke words of the coming rain, drenching his once playful snicker in a cold freeze. "Do you think they're going to make you leave?"

He didn't want to think about Valio being gone. Ares would be stuck at the facility for another three years, with no way to leave or get out. Of course, he could *Try* But doing so would create disastrous consequences he knew he wasn't willing to face.

Ares was asking a lot of questions, some of which he was certain Valio wouldn't be able to answer. She wasn't some all knowing person, above hardship and struggle. Ares knew that she was equally as unsure as he was, but he couldn't help but reach and claw for any sort of answer. He hated the uncertainty and the dreadful wait. 

"Promise me that if you do get sent home, you'll keep talking to me? Or at least, see me one more time before you have to leave?"

A part of him longed to ask her to make sure to hug him on the dreadful day she would have to leave, but he bit his tongue. 

Ares felt his brows fall heavy, he didn't want this meeting to be sad and refused to let it be tainted, but the thought was so heavy and present. It was unavoidable like the violent chill of a freezing night. The kind of cold that seeps beneath your skin and slows your blood. It was something he couldn't avoid thinking about.
_ _

What he could do, however, is make sure the last moments he would have with Valio would be ones worthwhile. Every second with Valio was worth it, every memory was held dear to his heart no matter how mundane it seemed to be. He thought of the drinks that would be left on his windowsill, an offering and a reminder to take care of himself. The bandaids she got him still sat neatly in his desk, for whenever he decided to spend hours on his guitar like he used to. Her birthday, the night they met over hot chocolate and jokes, all the days spent running through the grass of the courtyard and how he would smile and scream when she would pick him up throw him. All of it rushed into Ares' mind with a fondness he couldn't explain. The two had known the other for less than a year, yet had crafted stories and memories from nothing but the spark of fireworks and the crackle of lightning. They had each other no matter what, that's something Ares would never forget. 

"Are you going to be okay? This is all... A lot."
Santos
Ares was something Valio unconsciously held close to her heart. Not close enough though. They're oddly clos yet there's miles between them that they'll never touch. Soon there will be world's apart. Yet she will not answer. How Ares looked as he was, all too big for life to handle. He'll fall... Probably, will Val even be there to help? No. 

"Yes." 
Valio said in a whisper unlike the thundering tone she usually wears like a badge of honor. It's something they both must come to face, that most good will come to an end. 

Valio knew she'd have little time. The fact it went so quickly was proof enough. Valio could think of a life without anyone because she has experienced it already... She barely knew anybody. 

Ares was young, put in a place because of something she guessed was either an accident or not even his fault. This entire facility is a joke, planted on the fact everyone needs an area to figure out the unknown. It's just how everything was. Observed and kept. But, it could have been worse and she can't complain. Valio knows uncertainty almost intimately, how it lines her head and thought like linen sheets. Every action is somewhat backed by that numbing emotion. She would be a jester to think anything but it. 

"You know I can't promise that. I can say I will try, Ares. That's as much as we both know." 

This was supposed to be joyful, but most meetings with Valio Adjuk are everything but. She is just the snow before a blizzard, something before everything falls. It's oh so gentle, a false security. Valio mumbled something, incoherent and watery. Valio felt cold like a river freezing as time moved ever onward. Ares was something worth remembering fondly. It's almost like those nights she spent with willow, giggling over the animals Valio would create with a wave of her hand. Valio was like lightning itself. Ironic is it not? Shining so brightly before vanishing as if never existing. She hoped she wasn't something worthy of breaking his heart.

.

It's cruel, letting her do all this and then leaving. It's evil and it's disgusting. She actually loved being friends with him, as brief as it was. She just can't see this boy sad. A frown dosent belong on his face and yet it might be there. Will she'll be the reason? Valio tried her best to care for everyone. She and Ares got off on a rocky start and there she was leaving him everything under the sun just in case. His laughter was sweet, even if it was loud it made her dote on the boy more than she'd be willing to admit. So long without something like that can break those walls so easily. There's almost nothing so undoing as family. Valio didn't want to admit it. She was being selfless, always. Every question brushed so easily by means of instead helping the other. She tried, she failed and she's failing again. 

*"Are you?"*

Valio asked simply. She could care less about herself at this moment. He was being left behind not her. 
She needed to know if he was going to be okay and she wasn't just leaving him to something sanguinary.
Chris
Hearing Valio confirm she would be leaving, felt like like something Ares had both accepted and denied. He wouldn't admit it, while simultaneously knowing to the core of his being that it was true. The boy didn't move, simply sat stationary where he was. 

"I know, I cant expect you to promise me anything. I guess it's more of a wish." 

He felt his brow tighten, how could all of this be fair? Ares had taken the time to grow something, a friendship, only for it to be taken from him. A feeling that Ares was *So* Used to, yet the sting never subsided. He never felt it go away; ripping off the bandaid never got easier. His mind always told him that if the same thing happened to him enough times, it would slowly stop hurting. Yet, this was the one thing Ares couldn't grow callous over. It never stopped hurting. Ares would never stop feeling the pressure in his throat and the sting in his eyes when he had to say a goodbye. Nothing lasts forever, he knows this. 

He simply cared too much about Valio, and everything they had done together, to turn a blind eye and pretend it didn't hurt for her to leave. 

"I *Will* Be okay. I always am. It still sucks so much that you have to leave— though." He sighed. "Thats expected though."

Ares was distracted, but content. Although the upcoming tidal wave was looming over his head, casting a haunting shadow that spoke of horrible times and empty emotions, Ares was here. He was with Valio, and that was worth more than he could comprehend. He had to appreciate the last moments the two had together, and hope for the best when it came to communication afterwards. 

She wouldn't leave him. Ares knew that. Ares *Hoped* He knew that. 

"You're turn. Are *You* Going to be okay."
Santos
Valio frowned and grimaced, thinking of the possibilities of her time left. There was so little going on currently but Valio was so terrified. The future is a fickle thing Valio is forever endlessly scared of. 
Because she didn't know it she lost people. 

"I want to fulfill it, but we both know I can't."

Valio was so used to the feeling of being utterly and suffocatingly alone. The touch of just wind and it being your only company for so long, it tends to change people. She knew Ares was going to hurt, and that's what wished to break Valio the most. The tender touch of feeling useless encompassing her heart and decisions. She wished to change so much and be there, but nothing really goes her way, no matter how much she has lost. No matter how much has feel through her fingers.

She wishes to take pain from others but all she did was take it away from herself. 

"I doubt that, Ares." Valio gives Ares a side eye that explained so much yet so little. 
"It's expected, but you don't have to be okay about it at all. I don't expect you to be strong all the time and I never will, that's just not fair."

Valio looked at her hands again, all scarred and broken, bits of flesh missing with the heat of guilt filling them instead. Her index and her thumb touch, nothing is felt. 
Valio knows she'll never feel that thing, yet she tries over and over again. 

She dosent know what to feel or do. 
Not anymore. 

"Not sure."

She wasn't. She never was.
Chris
Ares sighed slightly. He would be fine being where he was, as long as Valio was around. He had regrettably grown dependent on her; was that what this was? Was Ares dependant? Or had he finally found someone he was comfortable with. A friend, a sister. He wasn't dependent on his siblings was he, and this felt all too similar. Maybe the boy just couldn't admit that he had grown attached. 

"We should do something, yknow." He sat up for a moment, energy returning to his demeanour. "I dont know, a sort of celebration for when you finally get out of this place."

Ares was starting to turn the ideas over in his head, everything that they had done up until this point. How everything between the two was happy, filled with adventure and unfiltered laughter. Nothing could taint those thoughts, they weren't sad. They were the best moments of his life. They had to go out with a bang.

"Once you're better, and out of this hospital room. We are gonna have fun, swear it." There was a smirk on his lips, and a snicker between his words.
Santos
Valio hums, tapping her leg with her fingers. The air around them was charged with a vulgar sense of shallow joy with deep unease. Valio clicks her tongue. 

"Uh. Shoot me out of a cannon?"
She jests. Before raising her hands up in a mock surrender. Her hands fall back down before speaking again. 
"Sure."

Valio pursed her lips, looking at Ares with something unreadable. Her mind filtering through the indelible memories she has made with the boy beside her. Valio hoped she brought the stars just a little closer to his eyes in the time she was here. 

"Alright alright. I can swear on that, Morales." 
Valio brings him close for another hug. 
"Make sure you always remember them with a smile, no?"
Chris
Ares snickered as Valio pulled him into a hug. Her strong arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tight to her chest. He never felt so safe, so at home. Valio meant the world to Ares— even if he would never say it out loud. 

She had a way of making an impact on people. Ares couldn't deny he knew how much others appreciated her as well. She was simply that kind of person; one that people would never forget. Especially not Ares. Even then, he held a sort of pride in being one of her favourites. 

"Good. Im glad you can swear on it— because I'm not letting you say no." He smiled through his words. With a tilt of his head, he just appreciated the hug for a while longer. The boy didn't want to leave, thankfully he wouldn't have to. Not for a while.

He sat up against the hospital bed, folded his legs and leaned back slightly.

"Now— lemme' tell ya' everything that's been happening." 

The two sat there together, laughing and talking as they always did. Ever so callous, uncaring Ares was a different person. He was snickering and telling stories, he was open and carefree. He talked with the tone of an adventurous kid that just wanted to tell stories around a raging campfire. He wasn't violent here, he wasn't intimidating. He was allowed to be a kid, the boy was given the room to be a boy. Maturity had come to him hard and heavy, but here he could forget about being strong. He could be himself. 

This was a side very few could bring out in him. Valio did it with ease.

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