[[Another small nod before Tachibana turns, walking over to kneel down next to one of the fallen Programs. Slowly, he let out a deep breath, hovering hand over the flickering form and closing his eyes, his face a mask of concentration. Seconds later, light began to gather under his open palm, a warm beam of summer sunlight washing over the prone figure, Apollo's power reaching out to drive out the infection that the virus had caused.]]
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