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"He's delicate, Phillip." If Star had wanted to get up and ask his parents questions, he wouldn't be able to now. He felt frozen to the step. So that's what his parents thought of him? That he was delicate?

"Well, who's fault is that?" Star snapped in his head. "You're the ones who never let me leave. Maybe if I'd gone outside with Lunar, I wouldn't be so delicate."

"I'm just so worried, that's all." His mother said. Slowly Star got up from the step.

"Don't be." He thought. "I don't want this royal ball either, you won't have to worry about a thing."