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... n’t get tired. Lucky you..."
His voice, like his body, was very weak. It was hoarse and barely louder than the rustling of swaying leaves.
"How long has it been since I fought that creature... Eight hours? Maybe ten... I haven’t had anything to eat. Or drink... I’m hurt, Paymax. I want to sleep, and I’m very, very tired... But that creature isn’t. It’s not even tired. It can’t get tired, just like you..."
"Wow, Mr. Nobody! It must be really hard for you right now."
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