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Despite Sephi's nagging to come away from the night cold and seek medical help...Larry continues to stare in the direction he saw Mistral leave him in. The blood stained rag is soaking wet, yet Larry feels no pain, except in his heart.
"I bore you, my friend.
Truelly, I would like to be you in many ways.
You seem to know exactly what you are doing without restraint, while I sit here and await the gentle smile that sends me off to do heroic acts. You are driven by willpower, and I by love. Without those natural forces, you and I would fall to the sword every time.
With that, Larry promptly falls to the ground, passed out from loss of blood.
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