Interlude – Candice
<strong>INTERLUDE - CANDICE</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh, so stupid!” Candice grumbled as she kicked some snow. “Stupid Wednesday!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Like every Wednesday of the week, Candice Suzuna was in a serious mood today.
<span style="font-weight:400">The ice type gym leader walked through the snowy route north of Snowpoint with a simple skirt and shirt. Her mastery of ice types had made her body practically immune to the cold, although she sometimes wore coats anyway because they feltfy. There was no point in bringing one where she was going, though. Candice stared at the looming stone temple that was embedded in the side of a small mountain. It had been built by her ancestors thousands of years ago, and like every Wednesday, she was going to go inside of it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Officially, the Snowpoint Temple wasn’t open to the public because of dangerous wild Pokemon infestations. Never mind the fact that powerful trainers could have handled those without a problem, or the fact that there <em><span style="font-weight:400">weren’t any wild Pokemon there at all</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Sometimes, the asional tourist passionate about history or cocky trainer had to be turned back by the League trainers that patrolled and guarded the temple at all times. It wasn’t that interesting, they said. It was for their safety, they said.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, thatst part was urate.
<span style="font-weight:400">Candice gave familiar greetings to all of the League trainers she met along the way, with a warm smile and all. Soon enough, she was at the Temple’s entrance.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ayo, Gabe and Paul!” She eximed with arge wave.
<span style="font-weight:400">One of them sighed. “We’re not… that’s not our names,” he said as he handed her ten Pokeballs.
<span style="font-weight:400">“My bad, I’m terrible with those, but you know that already,” Candice smiled. She noticed that her hand was trembling when she reached out for the Pokeballs, but they thankfully didn’t.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good luck again today,” he said, dipping his head. “With whatever it is that you actually do down there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, ssified information and all of that. If you were a better trainer, maybe the League would give you clearance,” Candice shrugged as the other trainer handed her a long, white dress and an incense. “Ugh, my hands are so hecking full.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“S’wat you get for shittalking,” he chuckled.
<span style="font-weight:400">Candice grumbled as she climbed up stairs sorge that she could barely step up <em><span style="font-weight:400">one</em><span style="font-weight:400"> at a time. She had always thought it to be strange that the people protecting the Temple didn’t know what they were actually guarding. The League fostered such loyalty that they didn’t even care to know.
<span style="font-weight:400">The girl took a breath. She would kill to go back to not knowing. Sometimes, it was better not to know.
<span style="font-weight:400">But enough with those bad thoughts. Being in a serious mood didn’t mean that she needed to be down in the dumps. Her cheerful personality always helped her when she was nervous, and she could be a real chatterbox, although there was no one actually here to talk to. The Temple was so silent that all she could hear was ringing in her ears. Parts of the inside had copsed onto the ground, and some of the floors were slick with ice so slippery that it was impossible to stop, but Candice knew this ce like the back of her hand these days. She probably could have reached the bottom floor with a blindfold over her eyes. Finally, she reached her destination. Inscriptions in ancient, illegible writing adorned the walls and the now-opened doors. Candice didn’t know <em><span style="font-weight:400">what</em><span style="font-weight:400"> had opened these doors in the first ce, since they appeared to be unmovable and indestructible, but that wasn’t her problem. She had a job to do.
<span style="font-weight:400">The ice type gym leader pped her cheeks to ground herself and stepped into the room with her eyes staring straight at the ground.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Seventeen steps, </em><span style="font-weight:400">Candice thought. Seventeen until she saw the thick chalk circle on the ground. She changed into the white dress and took off her socks and shoes before releasing ten Hypno from the Pokeballs the League trainers had given her. Her eyes were still staring away from <em><span style="font-weight:400">it</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good morning,” Candice whispered. The volume of her voice didn’t actually matter, but she couldn’t help but be quiet.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Good morning, young Candice,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> one of the Hypno said. She smiled when she noticed that the headache was almost gone now. After all, she had been doing this for almost three years.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Are you ready to begin the ritual?</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Another one asked. They were all staring away as well. Away from <em><span style="font-weight:400">it</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Give me a little,” Candice breathed out.
<span style="font-weight:400">One hundred and thirty weeks. One hundred and thirty times, Candice had done this ritual. Her grandmother, who had been the previous Snowpoint gym leader, had brought her here right after her victory at the Conference three years ago, although she lost to Flint, who had been a new Elite Four member at the time. Her grandmother had been diagnosed with bone cancer, and so she had asked Candice to make a choice. Either she coulde with her to the Temple, take the plunge, and be chosen as her sessor, or she could swear off taking over the gym forever.
<span style="font-weight:400">Candice originally wanted to take another stab at the Circuit, but she loved Snowpoint too much to refuse. Her grandma had taken her into the temple and finally exined why she went missing every Wednesday morning. A ritual that had been passed from Snowpoint leader to Snowpoint leader— although now, it was passed on to gym leaders. A ritual to keep <em><span style="font-weight:400">it</em><span style="font-weight:400"> asleep. The first time she brought her into this room, she had warned Candice not to <em><span style="font-weight:400">look at it</em><span style="font-weight:400"> until she had stepped into the chalk circle, but she had been fifteen. Fifteen-year-olds didn’t like being told what to do, so she stared anyway.
<span style="font-weight:400">She woke up in the hospital two weekster. Her grandmother had said it was a defense mechanism <em><span style="font-weight:400">it </em><span style="font-weight:400">used to stay unharmed when it was sleeping, but the chalk circle somehow made it so that only <em><span style="font-weight:400">looking</em><span style="font-weight:400"> would make you pass out if the ritual hadn’t begun. If her grandmother hadn’t been there to carry her back, she would never have woken up.
<span style="font-weight:400">Only participants of the ritual were allowed to look. And <em><span style="font-weight:400">only</em><span style="font-weight:400"> when the ritual had already begun. That meant that until her grandmother passed on, she would never be allowed to even steal a nce. The next time she came, Candice decided to actually listen, although she had asked so many questions that her grandmother had somehow been more annoyed at <em><span style="font-weight:400">her</em><span style="font-weight:400"> than at the ever-worsening pain in her bones.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Why is the chalk there? Who drew the circle?”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Candice had asked.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“No one knows.”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> She had answered. <em><span style="font-weight:400">“But it is no simple circle. There is psychic energy imbued in it. There is so much of it, and it is so intricate that nothing we have today could possibly recreate this system.”</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“But what is it that we’re actually containing? I want to see.”</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Not yet. You are not ready, and uttering a Legendary’s name in its presence is foolish. Names hold power, Candice. I will tell you one day, when you are further along your training.”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Candice’s eyes had bulged. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Legendary</em><span style="font-weight:400">. The type of Pokemon that she read about in stories. That were <em><span style="font-weight:400">myths</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">To be in the presence of one had been mindboggling.
<span style="font-weight:400">Candice exhaled. “I’m ready for the ritual.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The Hypno nodded. Their eyes started to shine blue, and their pendulums began to swing in one uniform motion. They had been bred and trained to use the most powerful Hypnosis possible. Candice stepped into the chalk circle, and her hair and dress started to float up, as if it wasn’t affected by gravity any longer. The air was thick and smelled like something was burning. It was hard to breathe, but this was her job. Finally, she stared up at <em><span style="font-weight:400">it</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Its name is Regigigas,” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Her grandmother had weakly said weekster in the hospital as she got chemotherapy. <em><span style="font-weight:400">“The stories say that it dragged the continents to where they are today. I personally don’t care to know if that’s true or false.”</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Can I look at it with my Pokedex?” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Candice had asked, her eyes shining. She was probably the only fifteen-year-old in the world that had been in the same <em><span style="font-weight:400">room</em><span style="font-weight:400"> as a Legendary.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Your Pokedex won’t say anything,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Her grandmotherughed and then coughed. The cancer had been worsening fast, but Candice hadn’t liked to think about that. She ignored it and asked another question.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“So why are you… keeping it asleep, then? What if it wakes up?”</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“If it wakes up, one thing is for sure. The League will be powerless to stop it, and Sinnoh, along with its surroundings, will be destroyed until it finally stops its rampage and falls into a deep slumber once more. We would have to evacuate millions… but millions more would perish.”</em><em><span style="font-weight:400"></em><em>
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<span style="font-weight:400">The statement had made Candice’s blood run cold. <em><span style="font-weight:400">All of Sinnoh, </em><span style="font-weight:400">gone just like <em><span style="font-weight:400">that</em><span style="font-weight:400">. And her grandmother hadn’t even <em><span style="font-weight:400">entertained</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the idea of fighting it. No one could stand up to a <em><span style="font-weight:400">legendary</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“But it’ll go back to sleep?” </em><span style="font-weight:400">She asked after what felt like minutes.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“It will. Ites and goes in cycles, but it’s been due to wake up for thousands of years, which is why our ancestors came up with this ritual to keep it asleep. When the League conquered and took over Snowpoint, they were informed of the ritual and kept it going.”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Her grandmother had then exined that if Regigigas ever woke up, its five children would as well. Regice, hidden high up in the cold wastes of Mount Cor. Registeel, hidden deep inside of the Iron Inds. Regirock, hidden in the Rock Peak Ruins north of the Battle Frontier. The League had agents guarding every single one, turning the asional unsuspecting trainer away before they could make it anywhere close. There were also two others… but they didn’t slumber in Sinnoh.
<span style="font-weight:400">Candice gulped as she stared at the humongous Legendary Pokemon. Its body was white like marble, with ck, writing-like marks all over its body. A yellow band wrapped around its shoulder, and another yellow protrusion ran down the center of its body. Its eyes were dark and hollow. Lichen, moss, and frost grew all over its body. The Pokemon had been overtaken by nature. One hundred and thirty-one times, she had stared at it, but the sight was still deeply unsettling and <em><span style="font-weight:400">wrong</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Something this powerful <em><span style="font-weight:400">shouldn’t have existed.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Still, Candice could only see the top of Regigigas’ body. The vast majority of it was buried underground. The Temple had apparently been built after one of its rampages, soon after it went to sleep, so they had to build <em><span style="font-weight:400">around</em><span style="font-weight:400"> its body. The young woman began walking around Regigigas with the most powerful Lax Incense the League could produce, and she uttered these words.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“In ancient times, a giant stirred,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">A legend born, a titan heard,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Regigigas, with power untold,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">In slumber deep, its strength controlled.</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Through ages past, a ritual formed,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">To keep the giant, forever dormed,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">With sacred words and mystic lore,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Regigigas sleeps, forevermore.</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Let not the spell be broken light,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">For if the titan wakes in might,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">The world may tremble and quake in fear,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">And all we hold dear would disappear.</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">So let us honor the ancient rite,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">And keep Regigigas asleep tonight,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">For in its rest, we find our peace,</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">And Sinnoh may thrive another week.”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">At the mention of its name, Regigigas <em><span style="font-weight:400">stirred</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Artificial, robot-like sounds echoed throughout the room, and its eyes came alive, blinking like glitchingputer screens. The entire temple shook. The Hypno intensified their Hypnosis, and Candice steeled herself. The Legend’s arm moved a few inches, slowed, and then it fell back into a deep sleep. Candice released a breath she didn’t know she was holding and copsed on her knees.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Young Candice, step out of the circle,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> one Hypno warned.
<span style="font-weight:400">She gave her a shaky nod and stepped out of the chalk’s boundaries. The ritual was done. She had bought Sinnoh another week.
<span style="font-weight:400">As she had done for one hundred and thirty weeks. One hundred and thirty-one, now. None of the other gym leaders knew about this. Not even the older generation. It was her burden to carry and hers alone, along with higher-ups in the League. If something happened to her, the League Secret Service would swoop in and quickly train another person before the week was over, but there were also people in the know that would be capable of going through with the ritual if there wasn''t enough time. Still, tradition dictated that the next Snowpoint gym leader would be the next ritual bearer.
<span style="font-weight:400">But how could Candice give someone such a burden? And to whom? Her grandmother had apologized to her before dying, and Candice didn’t understand at the time. Now, she did.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sometimes, it was better not to know.
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh, I fricking hate Wednesdays…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Everything go alright down there?” The League trainer asked as Candice exited the Temple.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You perv,” she smiled. “You just wanted to see me in that dress.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have a girlfriend, and I’m <em><span style="font-weight:400">very</em><span style="font-weight:400"> happy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I won’t tell her,” Candice said as she handed him the ten Hypno’s Pokeballs.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t spread lies about me. I’m serious.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The worst part of the week was over, and Candice could finally go back to being her silly, joking self. She was all smiles as she stepped back into Snowpoint. The city had never felt as alive as it had the past few days. People were happy to have their small city be all over the news, thanks to those four trainers that had survived going through Mount Cor.
<span style="font-weight:400">What were their names again? Candice wanted to give them her thanks somehow. She hoped that they’d battle her at some point soon. It wasn’t every day that Candice could use her lower-level teams, and they had gotten <em><span style="font-weight:400">very</em><span style="font-weight:400"> rusty. Still, unfortunately, she was going to be busy all day, so there would be no time to practice. Candice stepped into Snowpoint’s only jail and gave a hearty greeting to the officers stationed there. The city was a tightly-knitmunity, so crime was incredibly low. Snowpoint was nothing like Jubilife or Sunyshore. Still, every city needed at least <em><span style="font-weight:400">some</em><span style="font-weight:400">w enforcement, but they were often bored out of their minds.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Candice! Haven’t seen you in a while,” he happily said. Snowpoint was <em><span style="font-weight:400">small</em><span style="font-weight:400">, so she basically knew everybody’s face. Although the more urate statement would be that everyone knew <em><span style="font-weight:400">her</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m here to see our guest,” she said. It was easy to remember Craig’s name. After all, he was extremely fun to battle, and he had beaten her thest two years on the first try. This time would be different!
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, the wonder boy,” the officer replied.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wonder boy? Come on, he ain’t that special,” She said, contradicting her own train of thought. “Hope you’ve been keeping his stay a secret like we asked.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, of course,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “Follow me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The officer led Candice to what was possibly the mostfortable jail cell of all time. Hell, there weren’t even prison bars! It was just a locked wooden door. Candice stepped into the room with a grin.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Craig, my boy,” she said in a mocking tone. “How does it feel to be a criminal?”
<span style="font-weight:400">The ck-haired man stared at her for a few seconds and rolled his eyes. “Pretty bad, all things considered. I’m kind of wasting time here. I thought I’d be out by now,” heined as he typed away on aptop. “At least I get to answer my emails. I was very backed up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is that a newputer?” Candice asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wha— I mean, yes, but why do you even remember whatputer I hadst year?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Candice stared at the ground and twiddled her thumbs. “No reason.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shi— stuff happens on the road. It broke, and I got a new one.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ahem,” she coughed after a few awkward seconds of silence. “I came here to tell you that you’re free to go. The trainers I sent to check if your story was right or not confirmed that the people your Smence killed were from Team Gctic. It was tough, you know? Their corpses were barely recognizable, and their uniforms—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Please don’t describe the state of their <em><span style="font-weight:400">corpses</em><span style="font-weight:400">, Candice. I just ate brunch.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… my bad,” Candice winced and scratched the back of her head. “Anyway, you’re free to go, but I did have a few things to say.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Questions from the League,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Candice omitted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Go ahead.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This Savika individual,” Candice started. “Are you sure she’s not the one that disclosed theke’s location to Team Gctic? The League didn’t know about it beforehand, but we <em><span style="font-weight:400">were</em><span style="font-weight:400"> looking for it, so we’re wondering how Team Gctic beat us to it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The League now knew about all threekes. Verity near Twinleaf, Valor near Sunyshore, and the newly named Acuity near Snowpoint, but due to Team Gctic stealing their files with Rotom, they <em><span style="font-weight:400">also</em><span style="font-weight:400"> knew where Valor was. That meant that both the League and Team Gctic now knew where the threekes were. Candice didn’t know what they were nning to do with them. If her short time working for the League had taught her anything, they must have known the answer. They just weren’t telling her and the other gym leaders, at least not yet, but if they weren’t, it probably had <em><span style="font-weight:400">world</em><span style="font-weight:400"> defining consequences. She <em><span style="font-weight:400">did</em><span style="font-weight:400"> know that they were building a veritable <em><span style="font-weight:400">fortress</em><span style="font-weight:400"> around eachke to prevent Team Gctic from ever getting near them again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“They attacked her,” Craig sighed. “She’s innocent in all of this, leave her alone. She already hates the fact that you’re going to be sending League trainers to guard the ce permanently. I know I told you that I thought they’de back, but… why? I know that theke speeds up your thought process, but that seems like too easy of an answer. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Something</em><span style="font-weight:400"> else must be important about thiske. Something that you’re not telling me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Believe it or not, I don’t know the answer. It’s above my pay grade,” Candice shrugged. “Now, these kids that you told me about yesterday. Why did you omit their presence this long?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I promised to,” he said. “Believe it or not, I’m a man of my word. Apparently, the world thought them to be dead. Now that they’ve revealed themselves, I felt like I could finally talk about it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Candice’s eyes widened. So they were the <em><span style="font-weight:400">same</em><span style="font-weight:400"> kids that had brought fame to Snowpoint? She hadn’t even made the link until now. Now she <em><span style="font-weight:400">definitely </em><span style="font-weight:400">wanted to meet them and chat. Maybe she’d go easy on them for their gym battle… it wasn’t like she knew how hard she should go on them anyway, and she would get a lot lessints if the fight was too easy instead of too hard, especially with all of the attention on them. It wasn’t hard to imagine the public outrage if she utterly crushed who had barely made it out of Mount Cor alive, one of which had been abused by her father.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I had to lie to them about Team Gctic possiblying back. Did you know that she was one of the hostages at the Valley Windwords powernt? I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth,” Craig said with a pained look. “She had a panic attack just <em><span style="font-weight:400">hearing</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the name Team Gctic.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, what’s done is done,” Candice sighed. “Gonna sign up to battle me tomorrow? You’re going to have to go after the four kids, though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why not just do it today?” He asked in an annoyed tone. “I gotta get back on the road.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m busy today, I’ve got to meet with the dock workers’ union. They’re threatening to strike if they don’t get better pay— I mean, I certainly agree since they keep Snowpoint alive, but try telling that to our union-buster mayor. Anyway, the negotiations are going to be a headache.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ouch. Good luck with that,” Craig said as he grabbed all of his bags. “When I be the Champion, I’m going to delegate all of the political stuff to the League. Can’t be bothered to deal with it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s what I thought too, when I became a gym leader. I thought my gym trainers would deal with it, but <em><span style="font-weight:400">nope</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” Candice sighed. “It sneaks up on you, you know? Duty.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Craig stared at her for a few seconds. “You’re carrying some heavy shit, I can tell,” He said as he pped her shoulder. “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Oh, crap, </em><span style="font-weight:400">I swore. Ah, dang it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not a kid,” Candice said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, you are,” heughed as he left. “See you tomorrow.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Damn it, I’ve got no chance,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Candice thought to herself. <em><span style="font-weight:400">If only I was a few years older…</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">She leaned against a wall and took a few minutes to herself. It was hard to see how confident Craig was when she knew for a fact that even though he would probably win the Conference, he simply had no chance against Cynthia. Candice had battled her a few times for fun, but she utterly crushed her without even going all out, and the ice type gym leader wasn’t <em><span style="font-weight:400">that</em><span style="font-weight:400"> much worse than Craig was. Candice honestly believed that no one would dethrone Cynthia until she retired or died. She was a once in a thousand years talent.
<span style="font-weight:400">Candice wasn’t on good terms with the Sinnoh Champion these days. Not after it was revealed that she just <em><span style="font-weight:400">watched</em><span style="font-weight:400"> as trainers died in Eterna Forest due to Team Gctic’s interference. Volkner and Maylene thought the same, but Gardenia and Roark were on Cynthia’s side. Roark thought that the ends justified the means, and Gardenia was just being Cynthia’spdog, as <em><span style="font-weight:400">always</em><span style="font-weight:400">. This created a rift between the two camps, and their rtionships were a bit on thin ice. Maylene especially couldn’t <em><span style="font-weight:400">believe</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Gardenia was still taking Cynthia’s side. She felt the most betrayed out of all of them. Still, eventually, they’d have to talk it out, and Cynthia had told them that she would invite them to chat soon. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Face to face</em><span style="font-weight:400">, and there, she would finally give them the answers they sought.
<span style="font-weight:400">The gym leader sighed. Battling Craig would help her destress and unwind, and so would seeing the four kids be happy when they won against her. She’d give them a good show, pretend to be helpless, and enjoy the smiles on their faces.
<span style="font-weight:400">Candice reset her mood to her silly self as she exited the police station and started walking toward the docks. It would do wonders to calm down tensions between the two negotiating parties, and she’d be able to act as a bridge of some sort. Cynthia had apologized and said she would keep them better informed next time, but not that she <em><span style="font-weight:400">wouldn’t do it again</em><span style="font-weight:400">. That was the straw that had broken the Camerupt’s back. Still, Candice knew the weight of duty. She knew it better than every gym leader.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sometimes, it was better <em><span style="font-weight:400">not to know. </em><span style="font-weight:400">So at the end of the day, even though she would protest and express her anger, she would keep her head down and listen.
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