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- Damn it!.. - Gen finally exclaims belatedly, clutching his neck, but doesn't feel any cut. Stunned, he shifts his gaze from the surrounding reality to the priest, then to Girra and then to Tirra, blinking dumbly several times, and then throws his arms around the pair in a simultaneous bear hug. - We're alive...
Coming to his senses and stepping back, he runs a hand through his hair in disbelief:
- What the hell...? - he stops, realizing he's in a sacred place. - ...was that a hallucination? Do you have any idea what happened, friend? - he asks the temple guard. - Some jerk slashed us up when we were walking to the store. And I mean really bad, to the point of death. I didn't see his face; he was wearing a bucket-helmet. And now it's like everything is fine. Or am I just feeling sick and hallucinating? - he throws a questioning look at the two.
- We're whole... My eyes... My dear eyes... They're still there...
- Slashed up? - Bazer looked at the injured ones more closely, puzzled, but didn't find what he was looking for. - Sorry, my eyes didn't witness anything unusual. My brothers and I simply moved you from under the sun to a place where it's cool and comfortable.
- I haven't had such nonsense in a dream for a long time, - Girra massaged his chin, checking its integrity, - yeah, indeed.