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"What are you talking about?" Allias asked. Theseus was standing close to the window, gazing outside, his eyes focused on the clear blue sky, deep in though with a very disappointed expression. He turned his head, lilac eyes filled with borrow as he sighed. "Theseus what's wrong?" The king called out, his voice low, soothing the same tone as when he talked to Mira. As if he was talking to a scared child.