— You didn't have to do that. You're a guest, not a doctor.
Even if he could stop Shen's actions, there was no will to get out of that bed and throw the wet cloth away. If he could be stable, this visit would have a different purpose. Which, unfortunately, is not possible.
He always hated the idea of being a weaker man. There was no body left, nor a soul that demands life. It's an existence where nothing remains, leaving only a lost story. When death had been near several times, Zed felt the glimpse of that feeling. +
𓆩Shen stayed calm at Zed’s words. He didn’t want his presence to feel like a burden, so he spoke softly while placing the small box on a nearby piece of furniture.𓆪
his patience tolerated Usan's anger.
Whenever the rebel got hurt, his best friend played the role of healer. It's a dynamic that doesn't change, doesn't stop. What's missing at this moment are Zed's grumbles, which inexplicably wouldn't come out. Perhaps it's exhaustion.
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( O homem se teletransportou novamente. Zed não pararia de fugir até restar as últimas forças. Ele tem certeza que deu algum defeito no cérebro do Viego. )
Pare com isso! Já está ficando ridículo!
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❪ nem ao menos hesitando pra tentar outra vez , ele vira instantaneamente pra avançar . é isso que dá cutucar onça com vara curta !!!! ❫
QUIETO LANCHE --!!
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