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Both looked quite unwell, but it did not seem that their lives were in any danger. Ambrose had rarely worked with these two before, but he knew that Zatiel served as Deus's personal healer, and Sangeon Vanre was responsible for the less respectable activities of the royal authority, information about which was not available to the general public.
-- Ah, brother knights! It gladdens me to see you in good health, and before you manage to object: anyone is healthy, so long as they do not resemble a corpse. Illness right now is an unaffordable luxury; one must keep one's spirits up while the heart still beats. I hope you will soon return to the ranks, -- in Ambrose's conviction, the hospital with its pungent smells, nervous doctors, and bustling nurses could not have a positive effect on the knightly spirit, and it was necessary to cheer these two up before they grew lazy, soft, and even dared to entertain thoughts of self-pity. -- Do tell me of your misadventures!
- There are houses of stone, they are solid, steeped in history. - In Sangeon Vanre's eyes there was madness, but it had always been there, and so it was impossible to determine with certainty whether the recent journey had affected his train of thought. - There are those of wood, they breathe with life. But have you ever seen structures of flesh, Ambrose? You walk through tunnels, explore rooms, and all around you are pulsing organs, thick veins, and meat. Underfoot, on the walls, and from the ceiling various secretions drip onto your head, and all around roam equally hideous abominations of nature. What a wonderful illustration of the world! In the face of such absurdity, everything else in life seems fleeting and insignificant. Many of our warriors shared that fate, and only those who were fortunate fell into eternal sleep by the blades of our sharp swords. I feel I have been waiting for something like this all my life. An event that leaves no one indifferent!
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