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The other Blue Nobles gradually woke up. Upon learning that their lack of special abilities meant they were to be discarded into the myriad worlds, one by one, they instinctively learned the Trisolaran technique of dehydration and became dried-up salted fish.,To the one who was crying, I said, Don't be afraid, because we're here! We are our own heroes! Each and every one of us must live on, not a single soul missing!,Don't be shy, sing along loudly! This is our battle cry! No matter what we face! We...none of us are missing!"。