[ His chest is hurting, he can barely breathe, and Cor's words lit up on his iMog slate's screen make that worse, but not in a way that he wishes to make stop. Never that. But he is here. Very, very solidly here. ]
Not yours, either, my friend. That, we both do know.
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Not yours, either, my friend. That, we both do know.
I will be on the lookout for your return.