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... thout hesitation, he stepped forward, boots splashing through what was left of the scalded water. He barely made a sound as he walked, his eerie stillness making him seem like a wraith slipping through the steam.
Vance shot me a glance. "You think he actually needs air?"
I sighed. "If he did, he’d probably find a way to discover it was inefficient and manipulate the air into some easier-to-digest atoms that he could photosynthesize into a source he could effortlessly intake."
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