



Despair
Yamato has reached the natural state of a human being. Alcor laments guilt.
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Vedi profilo"Quem eu sou?" Quem me dera saber. Um ser quebrado, um instrumento que adquiriu emoções. O obse...
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Statistiche della storia
Scheda tecnica e aggiornamenti
Prima pubblicazione
26 de agosto de 2013
Ultimo aggiornamento
26 de agosto de 2013
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Português (Brasil)
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