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[tibetanmethod]

Cooper is sitting on the edge of the table in the conference room, arms folded loosely. He's giving the chalkboard a hard stare.

There's nothing currently on the chalkboard.

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[tibetanmethod]

"Glad to help," he says, and he means it, but he can't get Hawk's words out of his head.

People were killed for this land. Wiped out, as if they never existed.

If this is a natural process -- there's not likely to be any stopping it.

Cooper has a feeling he's not going to be sleeping easily tonight.