Happy Life
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Spitting out a clot of blood with a root stuck in it, Gen wipes his nose and lips with the back of his hand, looking at it. Then he wipes his hands on the clothes of the defeated.
Brushing off a speck of dust from his crumpled jacket, he walks back to the respawn point under the hatch as evenly as he can and leans against the wall – this time in silence. He desperately wanted to smoke, but for some unknown reason, he felt that now was not the most appropriate moment.
With an effort of will, trying to gradually calm his heavy breathing, he thinks about how well things are going in Calcite – every opponent seems to be a giant.
Brushing off a speck of dust from his crumpled jacket, he walks back to the respawn point under the hatch as evenly as he can and leans against the wall – this time in silence. He desperately wanted to smoke, but for some unknown reason, he felt that now was not the most appropriate moment.
With an effort of will, trying to gradually calm his heavy breathing, he thinks about how well things are going in Calcite – every opponent seems to be a giant.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
