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What is this... What? Lisa? Murai thought, hoping she would get this mental message from their connection so he wouldn''t have to quack. He looked around in the moment of sanity and care and noticed how this situation turned from hope to another disaster.
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Damn mistakes... Everything turned to shit with me at the center. I have nothing to blame... Just myself. he scowled, closing his eyes in acceptance.
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Then let''s leave this place... Those fuckers... Murai saw the man holding the sword and other''s people''s faces. Some were fearful, and others grabbed some sticks or whatnot. I don''t care about some measly little effort between anything. I mean no harm to them... Why wouldn''t I? Humans are useless to me, so I don''t care. Murai thought with utter composure and calmness, surprising even Lisa, who saw him in this manner for the first time. Injured, calm, but accepted in his own way. She felt his emotional impact, and how everything seemed almost serene in Order.
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