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Rivet never could've imagined herself turning out like this. Never in a million years. So pathetic. A shell of her former self. Like that massive robot had taken more than just her arm. Like it had ripped her soul out of her body that day. "Guess Mort was right," Rivet cracked a smile, forced and unfulfilled. "You really don't know what you have 'til it's gone…"