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Post by Elroy Cross on Feb 24, 2012 1:06:58 GMT -6
"My ribs. No matter what I did or how I laid, they hurt. It hurts to talk, it hurts to breath. However, I know you did all the work, so I probably sound pathetic." He sighed, looking away from her and at the ground. He felt awful for her doing all the work, and he being the one that was complaining about his injuries.
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Post by Isis Clearwater on Feb 24, 2012 1:29:22 GMT -6
"Elroy, you don't need to apologize for being pancaked against a wall by a berserk data-copy of one of the strongest ex-Organization members. Do you see how silly that is?" she smiled at him warmly.
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Post by Elroy Cross on Feb 24, 2012 13:41:43 GMT -6
"Yeah, I guess. It's just... I guess that I feel like I don't have the right to complain since that is the only real damage I sustained. I didn't do anything but run... I feel horrible for it I assure you..." The scholarly man said, trying to smile at her. However, the smile was so laced with regret, sadness, and pain, that it wasn't even really worth the try. "Again, I sound pathetic. What say you to forgetting all of that and going on a walk or something?"
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