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The amount of snow around them made the sunlight reflect everywhere. Diluc's eyes were tired, fighting to stay open. He tried to keep his eyes on the Fatui and he grunt of pain when the taller man pressed his hand on his wound.
"Urgh- Fuck... but why are you even helping me-?"
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