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"Ninety-nine.." The redhead muttered, using his fingers to delicately fold a paper crane into place. He then set it next to the other ninety-eight, fingers bleeding from the numerous paper cuts he had received. Another piece of paper was picked up and examined in the dim light of the moon, a glare obstructing the black glasses he wore as he tried to look at it in better light. Soon after, the hundredth paper crane was made. "One hundred!" ~ Benardo didn't have much to say when Hanna bounded into the room with the claim that he was able to resurrect him from the dead. It wasn't that he didn't feel happiness and it wasn't that he wasn't ex