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"You mean....never?" 7's voice carried the tone of surprise as she looked up. Her burlap companion continued to gently run the cloth over the cracked bulb of the light staff, cleaning the dust and grime away. At her question, 9 shrugged, shaking his head. "I don't remember...I mean, I saw the Scientist's blueprints of, well, me. And, y'know, glances in puddles and stuff. but I don't think I've ever seen me. Like, my actual reflection." He gave a slight tilt of the head, offering a nonchalant smile. "Was just a thought." 7 blinked again. They'd just been sharing a quiet, calm conversation, merely enjoying one another's company while the female stitchpunk took a whetstone to her staff, her mate meticulously cleaning his own. But this needed rectifying. Setting her blade down beside her, she got to her feet and clasped 9's forearm tightly, pulling him to his feet. "Come here. C'mon," 7 said with a chuckle, pulling on 9's arm and laughing at his bewildered expression. He stumbled after