[Muffet bows her head quietly, silent for a long moment. She's staring at the drawing of the Knight, the child she's quietly memorialized with her own silk and memories, all the others surrounding them.]
[A web.]
Thank you.
[Thank you for being their friend. Thank you for feeling this loss.]
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[A web.]
Thank you.
[Thank you for being their friend. Thank you for feeling this loss.]
[Thank you for remembering them too.]