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... die did not sit well with him. There was no place with more death than a battlefield and a hospital, it always felt to bleak and dark to him, a darkness that he did not understand and had no intention of understanding.
Razor's chest rose and fell rhythmically. It was almost as if he was just asleep, but that was not that case. This was a shell, the real Razor was gone, his soul sundered and scattered to the winds, or so he thought.
"Can you repeat that Peronico?" Cassandra asked ...
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