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"This is what you've asked?" Ivy's grip tightened on her violin case. The bitter wind bit at her cheeks, mirroring the turmoil in her heart. The blizzard raged around them, swirling flakes obscuring the world they once knew. School was out, but the bitter cold and the sight of protesters outside her father's corporate office were not how Ivy had envisioned spending her New Year's Eve.

"Sorry to ask you to come out like this... I thought maybe if I could play something for these people at the camp tonight, that might bring a glimmer of joy to their weary spirits." Jason's voice carried a tinge of guilt, his eyes fixated on the bustling street. The sea of protesters, resolute in their mission, stood as the last line of defense against the impending activation of the Beiton Cybernetic Control Center version 2.0 at the stroke of midnight. Their spirits, undeterred by the freezing cold and harsh conditions, burned bright with the fire of conviction.

"Why are you with these people?" Ivy's voice wavered with a mix of confusion and concern, her gaze shifting from the passionate crowd to Jason's troubled face.

"Well, I am one of them," Jason's response held a touch of defiance, as if he was carrying the weight of the protesters' hopes on his shoulders.

Ivy's eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and frustration washing over her. "Then why did you call me? I'm one of the people you guys despise the most."

Jason's expression softened, pleading for understanding. "You're not really part of their agenda, are you? I wanted to ask you this in person."

A surge of anger coursed through Ivy's veins, her words laced with frustration. "Oh, stop it. You ungrateful, brainwashed fools have no clue how the real world operates. If you truly believe in that nonsense, then you're lost beyond redemption. I won't waste my breath arguing with you."

Her words hung in the air, tension crackling between them. The bitter cold mirrored the growing divide between the two. As the protesters continued their fervent struggle for what they believed in, Ivy and Jason stood at a crossroads, their hearts heavy with the weight of their differences. In that moment, they both knew that their paths were diverging, and the road ahead would be treacherous and uncertain.

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"This is what you've asked?" Ivy's grip tightened on her violin case. The bitter wind bit at her cheeks, mirroring the turmoil in her heart. The blizzard raged around them, swirling flakes obscuring the world they once knew. School was out, but the bitter cold and the sight of protesters outside her father's corporate office were not how Ivy had envisioned spending her New Year's Eve.

"Sorry to ask you to come out like this... I thought maybe if I could play something for these people at the camp tonight, that might bring a glimmer of joy to their weary spirits." Jason's voice carried a tinge of guilt, his eyes fixated on the bustling street. The sea of protesters, resolute in their mission, stood as the last line of defense against the impending activation of the Beiton Cybernetic Control Center version 2.0 at the stroke of midnight. Their spirits, undeterred by the freezing cold and harsh conditions, burned bright with the fire of conviction.

"Why are you with these people?" Ivy's voice wavered with a mix of confusion and concern, her gaze shifting from the passionate crowd to Jason's troubled face.

"Well, I am one of them," Jason's response held a touch of defiance, as if he was carrying the weight of the protesters' hopes on his shoulders.

Ivy's eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and frustration washing over her. "Then why did you call me? I'm one of the people you guys despise the most."

Jason's expression softened, pleading for understanding. "You're not really part of their agenda, are you? I wanted to ask you this in person."

A surge of anger coursed through Ivy's veins, her words laced with frustration. "Oh, stop it. You ungrateful, brainwashed fools have no clue how the real world operates. If you truly believe in that nonsense, then you're lost beyond redemption. I won't waste my breath arguing with you."

Her words hung in the air, tension crackling between them. The bitter cold mirrored the growing divide between the two. As the protesters continued their fervent struggle for what they believed in, Ivy and Jason stood at a crossroads, their hearts heavy with the weight of their differences. In that moment, they both knew that their paths were diverging, and the road ahead would be treacherous and uncertain.