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-- I need to. Tomorrow morning, back into battle. And who knows, maybe Sonata will appear in my dreams, right? -- Ushumgallu collapses on the floor next to the walking, or rather, limping embodiment of depression. -- I'm sick of being sad. What's with all this gloom? You're a war hero now, what's with this attitude... And besides, Argos decided to generously provide everyone with some goodies.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers