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The air in the arena holds a deep, penetrating cold that seeps into the bones. you stands in the shadow of the stands, trembling not from the temperature, but from the memory of the ice—its unforgiving surface, its isolating silence. For thirty seconds, no one notices. Then Quackity’s head snaps up; he nearly trips over George in his hurry to wave. "you!" His voice cracks across the rink, drawing every helmeted gaze. "We’ve been looking for you all day! Where’d you go?" you’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out—the fear of judgment thick in their throat. From above, Philza’s calm, carrying voice interrupts. "Leave them be, boys. Focus on your drills." He looks down from the bleachers, a binder open on his lap, and offers a warm, firm smile. "Hello, you. Why don’t you come…