54; golden eyes and white lies

Just to clarify; Looking back two years ago when he was human felt a different lifetime, looking back to when he first woke up as a vampire seemed like looking back on a childhood.

How much he hadn't known then, how much he would learn in the future. It was all exciting, how he could change mentality- because that's all that would change. His mind would grow and expand, but never get older. He would never change from his frozen state of eighteen, he would look the same immortal beauty he did now- or at least that's what he always told himself.

Then one morning as he entered the cottage, fresh when the sun was in the sky and his hands were filled with documents for his upcoming travels, Bella froze upon seeing him. Arden is in her arms, mouth around a spoon of food- Elias freezes as she does, her shock sending him reeling.

"What?" He asks, forcing himself to function, to shut the door behind him.

"Your eyes," she whispers, a grin brightening her features. "They're finally gold."

He blinks in shock, in process, a human reaction travelled into this life. Then he crosses the room at vampire speed, stopping at the circular silver mirror framed alongside some artwork. His eyes, that were once grey, then blood lust red, are now completely gold. No longer awkwardly cider coloured, or orange. Golden.

He blinks again, watching the man in the mirror copy him. He knows what he looks like, he's gotten used to the immortal beauty that comes with this life- even if his beauty has somehow been twisted into terror when he transformed, unlike the rest of his family. He can see it, in his expression, the set of his mouth, jaw and eyes always portraying danger without meaning to. It's the same as Jaspers.

But now, with the blood gone from his eyes, he looks... softer. Less of a threat. As if the struggle of sustaining from human blood has transpired into something completely good. Other than the lighter eye colour.

"Golden eyes always remind me of Carlisle, his kindness," Bella speaks, appearing behind him, Arden suspiciously quiet as he watches his mother and uncle.

He meets her gaze, noting how her own eyes are now in that awkward cider shade. "Yours will change soon enough."

"Hopefully," she prays, giving him a nudge, "it's bizarre you know, when I first saw you as a vampire, I thought it was the grey that allowed me to see how much your eyes portrayed your emotions. It's not, it's just your eyes, no matter the colour."

"That's just you Bella," he corrects, turning from the mirror and facing her properly, face morphing into care, "you're good at reading me."

"Hmm," she says, thinking, scanning him. "Perhaps."

Before Elias can reply, Arden reaches his arms up and over, grabby hands clenching. "El!" He shouts.

It always swells Eli's chest whenever he says that. It was Arden's third spoken word, after Momma and Dadda. Elias about shoulder checked Nate out of the way to get to his nephew when he first called for him.

"Hiya kid," Elias grins softly, trading him off of Bella for the documents in his own hands.

Arden settles into his hold, wiggling to get comfortable. He looks over a year old now, his development growing steady but still abnormally. Red hair curls into his eyes, all of them too sentimental to cut them, his eyes are duplicates of Bella's, though if they pay enough attention, they can see specks of green in the edge of the brown. It had caused an argument in the house when they first spotted it- Elias and Bella argued that it was from Edwards human dna, even if it was completely overridden now, it was still there. Edward and Jake- in a twist of events- were completely sure that it came from somewhere in Bellas' line of family Dna.

Carlisle- the actual doctor- refused to comment on the whole ordeal, not wanting to pick sides or favourites. Elias called him a traitor either way.

Arden smiles, palm smacking for skin contact on Eli's neck. An image gets transferred into Eli's mind, the earlier interaction of Bella and his being repeated. Love and excitement is coloured, especially as he shows another memory of his father, or more specifically his golden eyes.

"You like the fact I match?" Elias guesses, which receives a flood of happiness down the link. "Ah, your mom will match soon enough, then we'll all have golden eyes. Other than you, of course, your eyes are completely one of a kind."

Happiness swells in the link. Elias grins harder from being the source of it.

"What are these?" Bella calls, switching from watching them, to the envelope in her hands.

Elias pays her attention, still rocking Arden as he speaks. "From Jasper. It's our tickets and passports, we're set to leave in a month. I thought it was best to hand them over when Edward was busy. You know how he gets."

"I do," Bella nods, scanning the papers with furrowed brows. "He thinks he should come with us to see the Volturi."

"And he knows why he can't," Elias tuts, exasperated. They've had this argument too.

Bella is on the same agreement as she adds, "the gifts were reason enough."

Ah, the gifts. Or as Elias thought of them- warning jewels. Both he and Bella hadn't known how Alice had covered for them when she saw a vision of the Volturi's soldiers, the powerful twins, Jane and Alec, coming to check to see if they were still human. So she sent them a fake memorial card with Elias Sherwood's name on it as well as a wedding invitation for Bella. It worked in delaying them from coming, since Bella needed more time. But they all knew they would come at some point, it was inevitable- they had rules to uphold, threats to fulfil. It was an uncomfortable thought to Elias, their involvement in his life, but something he couldn't change.

Then the gift came, a carved ancient wooden box decorated in gold and pearls and other objects dripping with wealth and history. Apparently it was a historical treasure, stolen, worth more than Elias liked to imagine.

He wanted to set it on fire.

Inside of the box had been a note and two necklaces. The first was for Bella, gold woven into a thick rope of a chain, almost scaled, like a smooth snake that would curl close around her throat. One jewel hung suspended from the rope: a white diamond the size of a golf ball.

For Elias, flat golden plates linked together, each one engraved with elegant patterns, cream pearls and rubies the colour of dried blood. The largest Ruby hung from the middle of it. It was meant to be worn over the shoulders, or Elias thought as much since he'd seen something similar in Carlisle's office, where paintings hung of kings and old rulers of England.

He was also sure that the jewellery looked identical to one of the paintings that King Henry wore- which one he wasn't sure of, but he was trying very hard not to think of it. Instead, he'd been focusing on the note attached to the package.

I'm looking forward to seeing the new additions of the Cullen coven in person.

That, he set fire to.

They couldn't come to Forks, that was for certain. Not now or ever, not with Arden. The kings of their world were collectors, told by the jewellery and the guards they had in their home. Aro especially wanted Alice and Edward, but his attention was peaked with Bella from meeting her- and Elias, from the thoughts he'd read from Alice's mind.

Elias dreads to think what would happen if he ever met Arden- the one of his kind.

So they decided to go to them. Aro would see the proof of their immortality, he would be unable to read their thoughts and become aware of Arden. They'd stay for a few days to be nice, to seem unhostile- Carlisle was very sharp with that instruction to Elias, who tried not smirking in response- and leave. Simple.

Or it would be, if Edward wasn't so worried. If Alice wasn't concerned by the instability of her visions- it didn't help since it revolved around Elias, half of the picture was blurred out.

"It's all going to be great," Elias reassures her and himself. With ease, he lets his smile come sharp, "what you should be worried about is me punching Jane."

"She's like, fourteen," Bella reprimands, taking Arden from him as if Elias is going to influence him towards violence from touch alone.

Elias gently places his hands over Arden's ears, blocking his hearing. "She tried to torture you."

Bella winces. "It didn't work though."

"My attempt will work," Elias counteracts.

She gives him a flat look, but underneath that there's worry. He deflates, knowing he's not exactly helping the burden of the situation with the use of sarcasm. "Fine," he pouts, taking his hands off Arden's ears, "I'll be on my best behaviour."

That brightens her Attitude. "Thank you."

•••

Jasper is in the garage when Elias gets back, speaking to Rosalie and Emmett, the former who's wheeled under the bottom of Alice's Porsche- probably tinkering it to go faster, if Elias had any guess.

"You didn't tell me my eyes were completely gold now," Elias pouts in a way of greeting, leaning on his parked bike, purposefully ignoring the need to go to Jasper's side like he usually would.

Emmett boasts a laugh. "I wondered how long it would take for you to realise!"

"I didn't," Eli admits, embarrassed, "Bella did."

"Should've known," Rose tuts, sliding from the car, her hair tight in a bun to not get it dirty, unlike her cheeks which are smeared with oil. "We didn't tell Jasper when his eyes turned, if it's any consolation."

"Yeah, it's supposed to be a surprise. We hardly get any good ones when we're vampires," Emmett explains, "unless it's Alice and her surprises, of course."

"Of course," the curly haired vampire echoes.

"They suit you," Jasper vows, accent thick as he looks at Elias with his own golden eyes heavy. When he walks closer, his voice drops into a whisper only Elias can hear, "I'm proud of you, Darlin."

I should be stronger than this, Eli thinks hopelessly, a few words and I melt.

"I'm just like you now," Eli points out, body thrumming as Jasper circles his arms around the newborn's waist. His scent is practically a punch, a welcome one anyway. "No getting rid of me now."

"I've envisioned you with golden eyes from the moment I met you," Jasper reveals, leaning forward, lips brushing over Eli's, tingling them. His eyes close as he attempts to not lean into the touch. "I had to fight my instincts to not bite you."

Oh' how dark that fantasy is, how much Elias mind swirls down it, stuck on the horror- which should be a turn off, but not when Jasper is very solid against him, so empowering and safe. "I'll let you bite me now," he suggests, eyes slipping open to show his sadistic truthful humour.

Jasper considers it for only a second, his own eyes being swallowed by his expanding pupil. "Sounds like a great idea."

They leave Rosalie and Emmett in the garage, both of them trading innuendos and snickers behind their backs- Elias flips them off without a care.

Once they're done 'celebrating', they head home, doing the usual routine of showering the smell of the forest away, changing to proper clothing and heading down to greet the family. Everyone is there, activities forming between each of them.

When Elias shows his eyes off to his parents, he almost gets tackled in hugs.

•••

Time went on, days and weeks passing, everyday different but the same. Family together in all forms, plans being made as they tried finding more information on hybrids, on Arden. By the time the snow started to fall, nothing more had been found. Resources were getting low at this point, there was only so much to be learned from books- especially about the supernatural. It was law to be inconspicuous, if anyone had encountered the phenomenon of a hybrid, they weren't sharing it between the pages of a book.

But that was a problem for later. Now, it was the Volturi. It was two days before Elias and Bella were to fly out to visit and Bella, in her midst of worrying about leaving her child for a while, dragged her closest friends on a walk.

It was rather nice, if Elias was honest. Rarely on occasion did they all get to be alone together, like the old garage days.

"Wolf! Jay wolf!" Arden shouts, stumbling through syllables, voice quiet between the sound of feet on snow and the wind around them. He points to where Jace comes back from the tree line, shifted into his sandy blond wolf. He looks almost golden under the grey clouds and white snow floor.

Elias bends to eye level with the child, zipping up the black coat Alice manhandled onto him before they left. "Yeah that's Jace," he beams, prideful at him for recognising him. As Jace trots closer, tongue hanging out his mouth like a harmful pup, he asks, "do you want up?"

"Up!" Arden laughs, arms rising. Elias hauls him carefully onto Jaces back, between the shoulder blades. The kids look adorable, if not completely tiny.

Bella sighs as she watches her giggling son and Elias. "He's going to never walk anywhere again," she reprimands, though makes no move to stop him.

Arden flops forward, face pressing against Jace's neck- who lets out a wolfy laugh like the rest of the group. "As is his right. Who wants to walk when you can ride on the back of a werewolf?"

"Gentle with Jace's fur, ok?" Bella speaks softly to her son, stepping up, unclenching his tiny fists from where they're gripping long strands of fur.

Arden listens, instead flattening his hand down on Jace's skin. He must transfer a thought, since Jace wriggles around, shaking himself like a dog does when they're wet.

"What did you say, baby?" Bella asks, taking Arden's hand. After a moment, she starts to chuckle, "Yes Jace is very pretty as a wolf."

"Of course," Jake mutters with a roll of his eyes.

Arden pats his mothers wrist, impatient, his little brows furrowing. She listens to him silently, then says, "Yes Jace can carry you around. Go slowly please Jace."

Jace winks at them, cautiously starting to tread through snow, Arden plastered on his back safely, absolutely joyous at it all. Every now and then he lifts one hand up, trying to catch a falling snowflake.

"I love it when he pulls that face," Jake tells, all of them watching as the duo get further away.

"Looks like Edward when he does," Bella recognises, almost dreamily.

Speaking of fathers. "How's your dad?" Eli asks, eyeing Jake out of the corner of his eye. The mention of his La Push family doesn't deter the smile on his face, not like it used to.

"He's good, misses me, but he's doing alright now as my sister's back. She's gonna stay since Paul imprinted," he pauses, heart skipping a beat, "it easies my guilt knowing someone will be by his side all the time."

"You're bound to leave the nest at some point Jake, don't feel guilty," Bella eases.

Elias wants to point out the very bad hypocrisy, since she would also feels guilt for leaving Charlie- but then realises he also falls into that category. "I guess that's a negative of growing up," he sighs, albeit dramatically.

Jake sends him a look, "you're frozen at eighteen. You can't say that to me."

"I'm still older than you for like, what, another year? I'm milking it whilst I can," Eli insists.

"Jake technically doesn't age either, being a wolf," Bella interrupts, smug looking. "So you're both wrong."

Eli crosses his arms. "I'm still the oldest here."

"Sure," Bella consoles, patting his shoulder, grinning secretly at Jake as he stands on Eli's other side- they've had this debate many times already. Wanting to change the subject before Elias tries tackling Jake like he had last time, she asks, "Any word off Sam?"

That causes a wince from the wolf. "I had a civil conversation when I ran into him at the Clearwaters. He asked if I ever planned to come back from the leech house, I told him I'd gotten used to the sting of fangs," he exclaimed with delight.

Elias throws his head back with laughter. "I bet that went down well!"

"Like the Titanic," Jake nods, joining him with humour. As they settle, looking back out to the field of snow, watching Arden cling to Jace and giggle, Jake asks them both, "You nervous about meeting those old as fuck vampires?"

Eli's skin threatens to spark. Bella leans into his shoulder, watching him accidentally express the doubt she feels herself. "The very thought of seeing Jane again gives me chills. She didn't particularly like me last time," she cringes.

Eli's gaze remains heavy on Jace and Arden, even if he loses a bit of control and his skin warms to human temperature and makes Bella shiver. "She can't touch you, none of them can," he vows.

"It's not me I'm worried about," she says, looking out also.

Jake wraps his arm around Elias' shoulder, hand overlapping the area where Bella meets the vampire's arm. When he speaks, he sounds older than he is, like the chief he should be, "No one will touch him either, you know that. Between the powers you've all got and the people willing to lay down their life for that boy, no one would dare touch a hair on his ginger little head."

That brings a dark twitch to Eli's lips.

Bella sighs again. "I still worry."

"Part of being a mother I'm afraid," Jake consoles, patting her shoulder too, a bit awkward from the angle.

"Thank you both," Bella says seriously, looking at both boys individually, her orange eyes filled with the emotions she can't express.

Jake whines low in his throat, "Ah don't get sentimental on us, Elias will run off."

Elias shoves the arm from his shoulders jokingly, careful of the strength, "Get fucked Jacob."

Jake doesn't reply, but he does bring his hands up to his mouth, cupping them to echo his already loud enough shout, "Round it up fluffy! It's my turn to give a piggyback ride!"

Elias can see the glare Jace gives him with his perfect eyesight. "He's going to bite you one day," he swears.

"Worth it," Jake shrugs.

Jace trots back, careful still of Arden, who's now even more excited at seeing his other wolf uncle. There's a rosy tint to his skin, like a human gets when they've been out in the cold. Without words Bella looks up in question to check if he's too cold, but Elias only shakes his head, mouthing 'he's fine'.

"Lets see who's got the prettiest fur," Jake speaks quietly to Elias, starting to kick off his shoes so they don't get ruined as he shifts.

"I bet my bike he says Jace," Elias states surely, hand out in offer, nodding confidently at Jace- who whines in horror at the prospect of Eli's bike being bet.

Bella runs a palm down her face. "Don't bet on my son."

"Deal," Jake shakes his hand, pulling off his shirt next.

Bella covers Arden's eyes with her hand, saving him the view of Jake shifting as he doesn't bother going for cover like Jace did. Elias turns his head, manners drilled into him about looking at indecent people from Cassandra, even if being naked is low on the list of concerns for their group. There's a flare of heat, then the sound of bones being crushed and formed before paws land on the floor. When Elias looks back, Jake is shaking out his new form, russet fur a match to Arden's hair colour.

Arden looks like he might combust from all the excitement.

"Is uncle Jake funny?" Bella almost sings, moving for him the same moment that Jace lowers his body down so she can grab him. Arden's mouth is wide in smile, red converse clad feet kicking wildly in the air as Bella moves him to Jake's shoulders.

Jake lets out a grumble in his throat; it would probably scare a human, but it only spirals Arden into another fit of laughter. Bella manoeuvres her son comfortably on Jake's back, making sure he can't fall- though they'd all be able to move in time to catch him.

"So, who's got the prettier-" Elias goes to ask his nephew, when there's a warning in his mind, a blare of a red alarm. In an instant he stops talking, inhaling for scents, scanning around, the map in his head forming and constructing the area miles around them. It takes less then a second to realise what's triggered it, what is so abnormally different in temperature around them; a vampire.

His golden eyes snap towards the far mountain, its blue grey colour blending against the grey of the sky. On its edge, exactly where his map had told him, is a woman. Still as a statue, dressed not for the weather but for travel. White immortal skin, pale blond/silver hair to her chin. Her face is unrecognisable, but hostile. Elias could see even from here, the shock and disgust.

Bella was a second behind Elias in reaction, her body shifting in the direction of her, hands hovering over her son in alarm. Jake and Jace were after, hackles rising, the latter wolf treading closer to Arden in protection.

"Irina," Bella says in surprise, hardly a whisper under her breath. She eases out from her stance, one hand rising to wave awkwardly, unsure if the woman would guess who she was.

As Bella's hand raised, the woman's face split and cracked, hostile making way for a growl. Bella flinches, not expecting it, her hand falling.

The last light, human part of Elias' brain shuts down.

Golden eyes narrow, lips rising, a noise of thunder coming from his sharp teeth. No fire or warmth came, not as his mind pulsed with tracking the heat around them. Irina's eyes jump to him, taken aback; Elias can see the beginning of fear forming between her eyes. He savours it.

She turns and runs.

Elias gives chase, not really sure as to what he would do when he found her, but it is too easy to start to run. To jump from the forest floor and climb up the side of the mountain, fingers ripping into solid rock. He tracks from the fresh scent she left behind and the map in his head- he can see her in his head, body swift and subtle in the landscape- but her temperature would never blend into the area.

Despite Elias being able to track, she has a head start. He never caught onto her with his actual eyes, even if he runs the fastest he can. It's minutes before he crosses all of Forks and appears at the shore of the ocean, where he loses her scent and is cut off from tracking as the ocean swallows her. He can't track there, he finds, not when her body absorbs the cold of the water and blends her into its surroundings. He peers down off his cliff, watching the waves smack against the rocks miles below, trying to scan for a glimpse of her. He thinks about jumping in, but knows he's at a disadvantage- he never experimented with water in this life, he didn't know how his fire or his scenes would adapt.

"Fuck," he huffs. Stepping back from the edge, fingers find curls as he realises his actions. He'd felt threatened by her appearance, her hostile attitude, he'd snarled and tried tracking her- someone who his family classed as family. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

•••

"She growled!" Elias whines, later on, sat in Carlisle's office in front of him and Esme. Jasper at his side, sat on the arm of the chair, one hand curled on the back of his neck. Alice stands next to Esme, eyes fogging as she tries scanning the future. Edward paces around the back of them all. "I panicked!"

"It's ok, it's understandable," Jasper murmurs, nails scraping softly on his nape. "You're a newborn, it's actually the first newborn instinct you've had that you've acted out, we understand." He sounds impressed, if anything.

"No one blames you honey," Esme assures, meaning it from her expression despite her own worry. "We're trying to understand why she ran."

"The growling probably didn't help," Elias points out, slouching, falling into the side of Jasper's comfortable form.

"You'll be surprised as to how much snarling our kind use to communicate," Carlisle informs, though he looks disturbed by the fact. "You're sure she didn't say anything?"

Eli nods. "I'm sure, ask Bella, or Jake or Jace."

"You saw her first," Alice counteracts.

"The map pointed her out," he defends, "I followed it. Here, Edward, look," he calls, lifting one hand up and away- with as little as a thought, a flame sparks to life, red and blazing at the end of his fingertips. The channel to his mind is open.

He thinks back on the memory of earlier that day, skipping the conversation they had since it was private, instead going to where Bella moved Arden around. Edward comes closer to Elias, drawn in by the clearness of his mind. He closes his own eyes, living through the newborn's memory, the interesting thought process.

Next to Elias, Jasper attaches himself to the emotions, feeling the happiness and content in equal mounds before surprise and defensiveness wash over them, swallowing them whole, as if they never existed- like they never could unless he did something. Hunt and threaten. It makes Jaspers chuckle darkly, protective little mate.

"She's hostile all right," Edward notes in shock, taken aback by how she's treated his family. He growls when he gets to the part of Bella waving and snarled at.

"It must be seeing the wolves," Alice decides, coming back from her future watching. "I can see her now, she's grieving Laurent still, she looks torn, walking through the forest, no path is clear."

"It's a shame," Carlisle says sadly, "Tanya was hoping her sister would find her way back home."

"She will one day, she just needs time," Esme nods, rubbing his shoulder, eyes scanning around the room. "This will be fine, don't worry kids."

Elias extinguishes his flame, cutting the connection. "Tell Tanya that if she sees her sister, I apologise for my reaction," the newborn tells, ignoring how Jasper leans into his head, lips pressing into his hair to hide the laughter he wants to spill out. Elias is sure it's from him lying- but oh well, it's only a white one.

Carlisle nods at him, "of course son, thank you."

Alice gives Elias a look as if to say, you're not fooling me.

When Esme or Carlisle isn't looking, he mouths through a grin, fuck off.

•••

"Did you get grounded?" Jake asks joyously once they've finished the discussion in the office, all the party exiting to different places.

Elias, Jasper and Alice retreated to the living room, following the voices of the rest of their family- at least, the ones home now. Jake and Jace are on the grey couch, pillows tucked under their heads, blankets over their muscled form. Nathaniel sits next to Jake, a laptop on his legs, long ink hair tied up into a bun. He looks up only as Alice comes to his side, pressing herself into his arm, her own legs getting tucked under herself.

"Funny," Eli hums dryly, coming to sit on Jace's side of the couch, near his feet. Jasper trails after him, silent but serene. Elias waits until he's seated before taking position on his chest.

"Did they take your bike keys?" Jace teases.

Eli's brows rise, contemplating. "If they did, Jasper would just hotwire it."

Jace lets out a jealous whine, raising his head enough to show he's speaking to the blond only, "You've got to teach me that."

"Of course," Jasper nods once before placing his chin back on Eli's head.

Jace is satisfied at that, lying back down, eyes drifting back to the tv screen like the rest of them. There's the soft fall of snow outside, Esme in the kitchen again, Nate's fingers silently tapping the laptop. Upstairs, Carlisle flicks through a file, probably a patient's case file from work.

But after a while, Jace's mind becomes heavy with the events of today. His eyes don't stray as he goes to speak, worrying etching his face, "are you sure-"

"-if you question your place in this dynamic again, I will throw the laptop at you," Alice hisses, though it lacks heat.

Elias chuckles to himself. Especially as he doesn't even need to look to know Jace's face shows how confused he is about how she knew he would ask that.

"She doesn't need sight to know how you are," Nate informs, pausing to wiggle his eyebrows, "though please ask again, I'd love to see how she fights without her sight to help her."

"I'm not fighting her. She can't see Elias, ask him," Jace denies straight away.

"I'm not that fucking stupid," Elias snorts. Jasper chuckles into his curls.

Alice looks proud. "I'm glad you boys know who runs this house."

"Carlisle does, then Esme, but you're after them," Jake lists, absolutely sure. No one corrects him.

Esme's footsteps stop the conversation. She comes in carrying two large white mugs, steam rising from them.

"Here boys," she calls, looking pleased when both wolves immediately sit up to take a cup off her. "It's hot chocolate, I put some vanilla in there too. Tell me if I got it right."

"Thanks Esme," they say in unison, looking like kids on Christmas- especially as they go to take a sip. Elias watches with intrigue. He never did ask how Esme felt about the two wolves, despite her obvious care. He was starting to think perhaps her endless love went to them much like it did with her other children.

It warmed even his cold heart, thinking about it.

"This is so good," Jake whines, licking cream off his lips. "I don't know how you do it, but carry it on."

Esme tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, bashful. Jace, upon swallowing his own mouthful of liquid, pats the space between him and Jake. Esme doesn't hesitate about the invitation to sit there, folding her legs under like Alice had done. Jace curls back up on his side, around his new warm beverage.

Jake purses his lips as he looks at Esme, transferring the cup from one hand to the other. He- delicately- lifts the blanket over him and extends it over Esme's lap, who gives him a warm look. A little red tinges in the cheeks, he also lies back down on the couch.

Eli turns his head, burying his own smile in Jaspers shirt. Guess that affection goes both ways.

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