[ Somehow, it hurts even more coming out than it did going on. With a strangled noise, Alphinaud can do little more than collapse to the floor, body trembling as he gasps for air. His little spot is getting... messy. ]
There—there is no one here... to save...
[ Twelve above, he's really going to die again, isn't he. ]
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There—there is no one here... to save...
[ Twelve above, he's really going to die again, isn't he. ]