Finally, he leans back against Mando again. It doesn't feel totally settled, this weird in-between state and the confusion of being a part of something. But it helps.
"No, not many," he says. But it doesn't sound like a bad thing, finally. "Just contests. And the breeding society."
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"No, not many," he says. But it doesn't sound like a bad thing, finally. "Just contests. And the breeding society."