I was checking a thread on the other intactivist subreddit on a recent law that selectively made genital mutilation illegal (only for girls) and I corrected a statement that falsely represented and minimized the FGM that occurred in the country. In no way did my comment minimize the harms of MGM, present MGM as right or beneficial or argue that girls should receive more attention. What I did argue is that girls and boys should both be protected and the harms they face be reported in accurate numbers/scales.

I received a very hostile response from the original commenter. The original commenter argued in an existing comment that I should "leave the movement" and in a now-deleted comment that I am a "pro-circ man-hater".

I just wanted to ask other members of the community their opinion on this kind of rhetoric that views concern for FGM as being a "pro-circ" or "anti-male" person.

Do you agree that concern for FGM, especially if the arguments explicitly state that both MGM and FGM are wrong and doesn't selectively condemn FGM, takes something away from boys or is a form of misandry?

Or do you agree that concern for girls alongside boys is acceptable and/or commendable and can be expressed in an intactivist subreddit?

Original thread, if it's necessary: https://www.reddit.com/r/Intactivism/comments/1ufymyc/comment/otxfxp3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

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Back when killing humans was still a source of moral outrage in Finland. Unfortunately, it's quite different nowadays.

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Before anyone tries to mention about medically necessary circumcision, this post is not about that. This post purely focuses on non-consensual, non-therapeutic circumcision of children. Actual medically required procedures are not the topic of this post.

I came across this community on my feed and thought this is probably a good place to post this, since this community claims to care about the rights of the child.

Two of those rights, that every child has regardless of gender, is the right to bodily integrity and autonomy.

That means that something that would be wrong to do an adult (cut his genitalia without consent), is absolutely wrong to do to a child.

This form of ageism and sexism (gender-based violence) is not bad only since it treats children as property, but it also violently mutilates their genitalia.

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I will now describe the steps of a surgical circumcision:

1. The foreskin is literally ripped/flayed off the glans.

2. The blood vessels (and tissue in itself) connecting the foreskin to the rest of the penile body are crushed under 8000 to 20 000 PSI or 552 to 1,379 bars of pressure, with one type of clamp.

3. The foreskin is literally cut off from the rest of the body

All of these steps are done without full anesthesia, so the infant will feel pain.

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It causes the permanent destruction of the most sensitive and innervated region of the penis and removes the natural lubricating, protective, cleansing and mechanical functions of the tissue.

Now an argument many use is that they personally feel okay with it, and that argument is irrelevant, since how you have come to feel about what was done to you has no relevance to whether it should be done to others. There are countless of posts on /r/CircumcisionGrief of men who resent what was done to them as a child.

It should absolutely be legally banned, as gender equality warrants. If every child deserves a preserved body and a choice, that principle should be followed consistently.

If anyone wants, I can link medical literature and back up my claims.

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TL;DR: (Non-therapeutic, non-consensual) circumcision of infants is one of the biggest forms of ageism. It treats children as property that can be altered. It causes immense pain to the child, since it never uses full anesthesia. The surgical steps are horrifying. The foreskin has multiple functions.

It should be banned.

I'm active on intactivist subreddits and I frequently see feminists there who oppose the mutilation of little boys' genitalia and believe boys deserve equal protection under the eyes of the law.

But what I hear sometimes in this subreddit is a characterization of feminists as an inherently anti-male ideology that cannot do any good for men.

I cannot accept that framing as true because I see feminists there who literally oppose one of the biggest systematic state-perpetuated harms that boys and men face.

That is why I personally prefer to use "feminist" for true women's rights advocates who believe in true gender equality. Just as I would use "men's rights advocate" for a similar person who believes in true gender equality and advocates for men's rights.

I prefer to use "feminarchist" or "female supremacist" for those who don't actually believe in gender equality and actually just advocate for misandry.

And indeed there are people who claim the "feminist" label that just spew misandry. But I've never see them as feminists, but just as the aforementioned supremacists.

Also, I think that the framing that being an advocate for women's rights is against men is quite hypocritical if used by someone who advocates for men's rights. It's not a competition. In the same way that advocating for men's rights is fine, advocating for women's rights is too. It doesn't take anything away because there is noting to take away. It's not a competition.

And I am not a feminist myself, I am an egalitarian. So I believe in the equality of both genders. But I cannot accept a framing of feminism being a toxic ideology when I've seen otherwise myself. And I am not cherrypicking one positive example to argue people using that label are all for men's equality. I am just saying the notion of overwhelming negativity and toxicity is not true.

Just had to get this rant out of the way.

I don't think the claims about MGM preventing UTIs make sense. And I know even the studies that find such "benefits" place the NNT at over 100 to prevent one UTI.

The reason I don't think they make sense is that the foreskin is adhered to the glans like a nail is to a nail bed. I don't find any coherent physiological mechanism for the bacteria to be underneath the foreskin, since it is literally adhered to the glans.

Could the studies finding higher UTI rates with intact boys be because of forced retraction, thus providing a physiological mechanism? Could the forcibly retracted foreskin and glans have some injury that would make bacterial cultivation in the space way easier?

What do you think? And does anyone have medical literature or studies exploring the UTI claims from a negative way or thinking through them with the same logic as me about the forced retraction?

Story contains heavy themes including harmful traditional practices (genital cutting) and sexism.

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Omande and Anya were sitting on the red ground in front of the traditional midwife's straw hut. She was tasked with initiating every boy and girl into the Ngembewe society by cutting off from their genitalia the parts considered to belong to the other sex. Flies flew over their heads and a mosquito came to bite Omande, which he swatted off. The landscape was scenic. Small trees dotted the red soil. A few mountains rose in the background. The rest of the village, also built as straw huts, was visible a few metres away.

Omande spoke, his voice shaking: "I don't want this. It will hurt. And I don't want to lose a part of myself..." 

Anya replied with tearing eyes: "Me neither... Why are they doing this to us..." 

Omande shook his head: "I don't know. Why does every child have to be cut like this... I don't understand what good this brings..." Omande hugged Anya and caressed her hair. 

Anya spoke: "Can we escape? Just run away..." 

Omande shook his head again: "How could we do that? How could we survive alone in the wilderness..."

After a few more minutes went by, the midwife parted the fibre covering that covered the entrance of the straw hut. Omande and Anya walked inside, both children's legs shaking. The interior of the hut was barren, just a circular bench lining the walls. The midwife tried to comfort them by singing prayers and making them inhale some smoke from a pipe which made their heads feel disoriented and them less able to move and resist. The midwife took from a straw basket a bloodstained machete and razor blade, both not washed or cleaned at all from the last time they were used for this purpose.

Other villagers outside the hut could hear the screams of excruciating pain. The loudest sounds their bodies could produce. One long scream, then another. The midwife walked outside the hut through the fibre covering, practically dragging the children by their collars. The village erupted into a series of cheers. Their parents came to congratulate them for having a body part cut off. The children didn't understand it. They cried. Why were they celebrated when they felt such pain and a piece of them was gone. They didn't understand why this was bravery? Why was bravery not hunting an animal? Or leaping over a dangerous ravine? Why was bravery this, they thought.

A safari car with an open roof drove past the village but stopped to see what the commotion was about. The villagers saw the government insignia on the car and quickly ran to their own sheds and huts. Men wearing old Soviet military uniforms and berets clearly from the Cold War era stepped out of the car. 

The commander, Kiwele, yelled: "What is going on? Why is there a celebration?" Then they noticed Omande and Anya on the ground. Kiwele's expression stayed calm, but his eyes narrowed. Kiwele made a hand sign and soldiers carried Anya into the car. 

Kiwele yelled: "Find who did this to the girl." Kiwele and his soldiers went past Omande, who lay on the ground with a puddle of blood between his legs, crying in pain. The soldiers and Kiwele came back with the midwife. She was put in handcuffs and put in the car. 

Kiwele spoke: "Take us to the closest hospital for the girl." 

Anya said with teary eyes: "Wait, take my brother with me. Heal us both, please." 

Kiwele completely ignored her words and ordered the soldiers to drive the car. The drive was grueling, the only thing she could think about was if her brother was okay. The trees, road signs and cars flew past them. After a few hours they had arrived in a small city. There were small aesthetically unpleasing concrete multi-story buildings, slums and unmaintained roads. A stark contrast to the well-funded Western organizations present.

The car had reached the hospital of the city. Anya was admitted into the hospital. The staff did the usual checks on her, administered basic sutures and hemostasis for the wounds and excision sites on her genitalia and she was placed into a run-down low-budget hospital room. The walls were cracking, there was a metallic bed and it had old worn-out sheets.

Hospital staff came into the room alongside a woman wearing a United Nations t-shirt. Anya cried out: "Where is my brother! He needs healing too!" The staff brought her food and administered analgesics again and left the room. 

The woman introduced herself: "Hey there... Anya, was it? I am Alexandra, but you can call me Alex. I am an on-the-ground employee of the UN, more precisely WHO. You have been mutilated, and that is absolutely horrible." She put extra emphasis on the horrible, saying it with such intensity that Anya flinched. She continued her speech: "I'll support you through your recovery in this hospital. And I'll tell you everything about what happened to you. But you mentioned you wanted us to care for your brother, yes? I can see what we can do? What happened to him? And where is he?" 

Anya cried again: "He was cut alongside me. He needs healing, like me. I want him here with me..." 

Alexandra made an expression not of discomfort, since she truly believed what she was about to say, but of concentration, since she thought of how she could try to frame it to Anya so she could be persuaded to change her feelings. Alexandra spoke: "See... that's different. Uhh, it's a cultural or religious thing. It's what boys go through. It's fine. What happened to you on the other hand... totally different. Nothing in common. You are the one wronged here and we'll make sure we care for you." 

Anya's jaw dropped and her eyes became wide open, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She stuttered and couldn't get a word out. She spoke to the best of her ability with a shaking voice: "How can it be different if they used a knife, just like for me. And he bled a lot, just like me. And he cried and yelled in pain, just like me. And it was done to us both! How can it be different?"

Alexandra shook her head, as if she was disappointed in Anya not accepting her framing, and spoke calmly: "It just is different. They use pain relief for boys. It removes a part of their body with no purpose or need. It doesn't cause them any harm in the future. For girls it does. It's different. Who taught you these lies?" 

Anya burst into tears: "No! He was not relieved of any pain, it hurt him! You are lying to me! You need to help my brother! You need to save him! Please!"

Alexandra was very frustrated but remained calm: "It is beneficial for a boy. It does good to his body. He needs it to not get sick." 

Anya yelled back, crying, and she had gained the courage and clarity of mind to make a coherent counterargument: "He never got sick before the cutting! And why would the healers not just heal him instead of cutting off the part of his body! He was hurt, just like me. I love him. I want him to live. And how could it only prevent a boy from getting sick. How could that be possible? That is not possible. It would have to work on both boys and girls. Healing doesn't pick sides!" 

Anya ran out of the room and went to talk to hospital staff: "I want my brother here, now! You need to save him. I love him and I want him to survive."

After a few minutes of talking between themselves, the staff reluctantly agreed and went to look for Omande, much to the dismay of Alexandra, who viewed it as taking resources away from girls. Anya felt numb in the car. Her head ran through all the possibilities. But death didn't cross her mind once. She knew it, she knew he had to survive. He couldn't die, not like this. She needed him, she loved him.

After hours had passed and Anya had sat there shaking in dread for what she could see, the hospital car arrived at the village. Nurses ran to Omande, who was laying on the red soil. The air had a stench of rotten flesh and dozens of flies flew around above him. An artery had been lacerated when he was crudely cut with the machete. The puddle of blood beneath him had grown quite large, and it had started to already slightly dry up along the edges. No one had come to look for him, since all the villagers were still hiding in their huts and sheds. The nurses checked his pulse, there was none. 

Anya just stood there. She didn't say anything. She didn't accept it. She had prayed to the spirits. She had gone through this in her mind. This could not be. Why would this happen to her, why would she lose her brother so young? "They can heal him, right? He cannot...", she thought to herself. She looked at the corpse. She could not accept what had happened. He would've survived if they had taken him with her. She fell to her knees on the ground and screamed in grief.

I've always been fascinated by obscure groups of people with unique practices. One of those groups is the Korowai tribe in Papua, who build very large treehouses.

I'm fascinated by the question of why they build those treehouses. What does it mean for them culturally and/or religiously and why did it most likely anthropologically start as a practice for their tribe?

Thanks for any answers.

Hey!

Finland as a country tends to be quite PC, so I was wondering if any other pro-lifers here are from Finland.

I have follow-up questions: if you are a Finnish pro-lifer like me, what made you adopt your position and what kind of social backlash and feedback have you received for it?

And I'll also ask, does anyone know any Finnish organizations or groups that advocate for pro-life policies.

Thanks.

Hey there! I wrote this short story about the aforementioned question of "What if female and male genital mutilation were both normalized in the US?".

I tried to depict similar institutional gaslighting and prejudicial conclusion studies and literature existing for the female variety as there exists for the male. And I tried to depict a similar institutional and insurance normalization as there exists for the male kind.

In a way, if you replaced her with a boy and replaced the female-specific terms with male-specific terms, you would have a quite accurate depiction of the normalization of MGM.

You can share your feedback and tell me what thoughts you have.

If It Caught on For Both Genders

Amelie woke up in her room. Her room was simple and cozy. There was a large clean bed, the one she woke up on, on the left side of the room. Then a black wooden desk to the right of the bed. And a mirror next to the bed alongside a small window. The rays of the sun hit her face from the window as she stretched her arms and legs and left the bed. This day was like any other. Fully ordinary. It was the weekend, and she had no school or hobbies.

She started her day by dressing and walking to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Afterwards, she went downstairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast. The kitchen had a small white table. It had gone around in the family. It was originally built by Amelie's grandfather for his country house. She took a ceramic bowl from the cabinet and poured her cereal and milk into it.

As she peacefully ate her cereal, she was browsing Reddit. She came across posts from communities like r/Funny and r/TikTokCringe on her feed. But a certain post caught her eye. It was in the r/AskWomen community. It was titled: "What do you think about American female circumcision?" This post piqued Amelie's interest. She had never heard of "American female circumcision" nor did she know what the Word "circumcision" meant.

She scrolled the comments. They were overwhelmingly negative except for the few religious conservatives defending it.

She saw comments like: "It's brutal mutilation. Should be illegal." and "I can't believe this happens to our boys and girls in the West."

Between the negative comments were also comments by proponents, like: "It prevents clitoral cancer altogether, prevents UTIs and helps with hygiene. Should be an elective parental choice." This comment interested Amelie, she clicked to see what others were replying.

One reply said: "That is very idiotic and false. Of course removing tissue prevents that tissue from ever getting cancer. Should we start removing healthy breasts to prevent breast cancer? And there's simply no evidence for the UTI claim. Hygiene can be achieved with something called water, have you heard of it?"

The original commenter had replied to that rebuttal: "There's plenty of evidence for the UTI claim. Here's links to plenty of studies showing that. And it also prevents STIs and clitoral adhesions problems."

Amelie decided to look more into it. She searched through the internet, reading through summaries on easy-to-understand articles on FGM, or "female circumcision" as they called it in the US. This is when she also learned that another procedure – done to every infants just like FGM, MGM, or male circumcision – was also popular and legal in the US. She compared these articles and saw how they used similar "benefits" and other lies to justify them.

Her expression got burdened. This just felt intuitively wrong. She didn't have to read through research papers to see it. Why would they cut off pieces from every infant's genitalia? That was just wrong. She had stopped eating the cereals, too concentrated on the research she was now doing.

She looked into the history of these practices. She came across many doctors and figures and many rationalizations and lies. It was first done for "morality", then social conformity and now UTIs and STDs. It had caught on after WW2 and both had become popular as a result of parents being offered them for free by their insurances.

She read through countless articles claiming the clitoris was vestigial and it didn't serve a major role in female sexual pleasure. There were very few articles defending the clitoris. Its removal was treated as some magical cure for anything.

She read that randomized controlled tests on African women in the 2000s had found it had a relative reduction of HIV infection risk by around 50%. She also read that these RCTs had plenty of issues and weren't reliable, yet everyone believed them.

She read the AAP's statement, which said that it's an elective choice a parent may make for an infant boy or girl. It read more like a permission slip than a serious analysis to her.

All of this baffled her. The evidence was not reliable, as many articles said. Yet every organization believed in it and allowed parents to do whatever they wanted.

Then the realization hit her and her heat skipped a beat. If it was done to most infants in hospitals, that meant... It had most likely happened to her.

With a shaky voice, she called: "Mom... Come here..."

Her mother entered the kitchen, she spoke gently: "Yes, sweetie. What's going on?"

Amelie could not get the words out of her mouth and her eyes started tearing up. Finally she gathered the courage to say: "Did- Did you remove a part of me when I was born?"

Her mother's expression was calm but thoughtful. She spoke: "Yes. Yes, we did. It was necessary. It was what everyone does. The doctor recommended it. Are you upset about it?"

Amelie hit her fist on the table and yelled in rage after her answer: "Why did you do that to me! I read what it does, I read everything! It doesn't help me. You took a part of me away!"

The mother did not cry, but she leaned in to give Amelie a hug.

Amelie backed off and simply yelled: "Get away from me!"

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Hey there. I wrote a short story on the discrimination towards boys when they are genitally mutilated.

I am a non-native speaker of English, so if there are grammatical errors or less natural sentences, they are present because of that.

I am very new to writing literature, so please give feedback to me kindly.

The country, culture and characters are not real. But the discrimination and harm is.

Not Even a Veneer of Equality

Omande and Anya were sitting on the red ground in front of the traditional midwife's straw hut. She was tasked with initiating every boy and girl into the Ngembewe society by cutting off from their genitalia the parts considered to belong to the other sex. Flies flew over their heads and a mosquito came to bite Omande, which he swatted off. The landscape was scenic. Small trees dotted the red soil. A few mountains rose in the background. The rest of the village, also built as straw huts, was visible a few metres away.

Omande spoke, his voice shaking: "I don't want this. It will hurt. And I don't want to lose a part of myself..." 

Anya replied with tearing eyes: "Me neither... Why are they doing this to us..." 

Omande shook his head: "I don't know. Why does every child have to be cut like this... I don't understand what good this brings..." Omande hugged Anya and caressed her hair. 

Anya spoke: "Can we escape? Just run away..." 

Omande shook his head again: "How could we do that? How could we survive alone in the wilderness..."

After a few more minutes went by, the midwife parted the fibre covering that covered the entrance of the straw hut. Omande and Anya walked inside, both children's legs shaking. The interior of the hut was barren, just a circular bench lining the walls. The midwife tried to comfort them by singing prayers and making them inhale some smoke from a pipe which made their heads feel disoriented and them less able to move and resist. The midwife took from a straw basket a bloodstained machete and razor blade, both not washed or cleaned at all from the last time they were used for this purpose.

Other villagers outside the hut could hear the screams of excruciating pain. The loudest sounds their bodies could produce. One long scream, then another. The midwife walked outside the hut through the fibre covering, practically dragging the children by their collars. The village erupted into a series of cheers. Their parents came to congratulate them for having a body part cut off. The children didn't understand it. They cried. Why were they celebrated when they felt such pain and a piece of them was gone. They didn't understand why this was bravery? Why was bravery not hunting an animal? Or leaping over a dangerous ravine? Why was bravery this, they thought.

A safari car with an open roof drove past the village but stopped to see what the commotion was about. The villagers saw the government insignia on the car and quickly ran to their own sheds and huts. Men wearing old Soviet military uniforms and berets clearly from the Cold War era stepped out of the car. 

The commander, Kiwele, yelled: "What is going on? Why is there a celebration?" Then they noticed Omande and Anya on the ground. Kiwele's expression stayed calm, but his eyes narrowed. Kiwele made a hand sign and soldiers carried Anya into the car. 

Kiwele yelled: "Find who did this to the girl." Kiwele and his soldiers went past Omande, who lay on the ground with a puddle of blood between his legs, crying in pain. The soldiers and Kiwele came back with the midwife. She was put in handcuffs and put in the car. 

Kiwele spoke: "Take us to the closest hospital for the girl." 

Anya said with teary eyes: "Wait, take my brother with me. Heal us both, please." 

Kiwele completely ignored her words and ordered the soldiers to drive the car. The drive was grueling, the only thing she could think about was if her brother was okay. The trees, road signs and cars flew past them. After a few hours they had arrived in a small city. There were small aesthetically unpleasing concrete multi-story buildings, slums and unmaintained roads. A stark contrast to the well-funded Western organizations present.

The car had reached the hospital of the city. Anya was admitted into the hospital. The staff did the usual checks on her, administered basic sutures and hemostasis for the wounds and excision sites on her genitalia and she was placed into a run-down low-budget hospital room. The walls were cracking, there was a metallic bed and it had old worn-out sheets.

Hospital staff came into the room alongside a woman wearing a United Nations t-shirt. Anya cried out: "Where is my brother! He needs healing too!" The staff brought her food and administered analgesics again and left the room. 

The woman introduced herself: "Hey there... Anya, was it? I am Alexandra, but you can call me Alex. I am an on-the-ground employee of the UN, more precisely WHO. You have been mutilated, and that is absolutely horrible." She put extra emphasis on the horrible, saying it with such intensity that Anya flinched. She continued her speech: "I'll support you through your recovery in this hospital. And I'll tell you everything about what happened to you. But you mentioned you wanted us to care for your brother, yes? I can see what we can do? What happened to him? And where is he?" 

Anya cried again: "He was cut alongside me. He needs healing, like me. I want him here with me..." 

Alexandra made an expression not of discomfort, since she truly believed what she was about to say, but of concentration, since she thought of how she could try to frame it to Anya so she could be persuaded to change her feelings. Alexandra spoke: "See... that's different. Uhh, it's a cultural or religious thing. It's what boys go through. It's fine. What happened to you on the other hand... totally different. Nothing in common. You are the one wronged here and we'll make sure we care for you." 

Anya's jaw dropped and her eyes became wide open, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She stuttered and couldn't get a word out. She spoke to the best of her ability with a shaking voice: "How can it be different if they used a knife, just like for me. And he bled a lot, just like me. And he cried and yelled in pain, just like me. And it was done to us both! How can it be different?"

Alexandra shook her head, as if she was disappointed in Anya not accepting her framing, and spoke calmly: "It just is different. They use pain relief for boys. It removes a part of their body with no purpose or need. It doesn't cause them any harm in the future. For girls it does. It's different. Who taught you these lies?" 

Anya burst into tears: "No! He was not relieved of any pain, it hurt him! You are lying to me! You need to help my brother! You need to save him! Please!"

Alexandra was very frustrated but remained calm: "It is beneficial for a boy. It does good to his body. He needs it to not get sick." 

Anya yelled back, crying, and she had gained the courage and clarity of mind to make a coherent counterargument: "He never got sick before the cutting! And why would the healers not just heal him instead of cutting off the part of his body! He was hurt, just like me. I love him. I want him to live. And how could it only prevent a boy from getting sick. How could that be possible? That is not possible. It would have to work on both boys and girls. Healing doesn't pick sides!" 

Anya ran out of the room and went to talk to hospital staff: "I want my brother here, now! You need to save him. I love him and I want him to survive."

After a few minutes of talking between themselves, the staff reluctantly agreed and went to look for Omande, much to the dismay of Alexandra, who viewed it as taking resources away from girls. Anya felt numb in the car. Her head ran through all the possibilities. But death didn't cross her mind once. She knew it, she knew he had to survive. He couldn't die, not like this. She needed him, she loved him.

After hours had passed and Anya had sat there shaking in dread for what she could see, the hospital car arrived at the village. Nurses ran to Omande, who was laying on the red soil. The air had a stench of rotten flesh and dozens of flies flew around above him. An artery had been lacerated when he was crudely cut with the machete. The puddle of blood beneath him had grown quite large, and it had started to already slightly dry up along the edges. No one had come to look for him, since all the villagers were still hiding in their huts and sheds. The nurses checked his pulse, there was none. 

Anya just stood there. She didn't say anything. She didn't accept it. She had prayed to the spirits. She had gone through this in her mind. This could not be. Why would this happen to her, why would she lose her brother so young? "They can heal him, right? He cannot...", she thought to herself. She looked at the corpse. She could not accept what had happened. He would've survived if they had taken him with her. She fell to her knees on the ground and screamed in grief.

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