[ He isn't. Not really, but he does his best to hide it because how do you tell someone you've seen them die twice, now, that you were sure this time you'd never see them again? That you held them in your arms as they lay bleeding and dying and handing over to you the very thing that might have saved them, in the end, because they believed in you so much? He stops a few steps ahead of Joshua, back to him, gaze pointed at at the ceiling, the floor, anywhere but back at his little brother. The boy he'd sworn to protect, all those years ago. And he had failed him, twice, once by his own hand. ]
I'm alright.
[ He glances back at Joshua, over his shoulder. Maybe this time the lie will be believable. ]
No worse for the wear. We went to Origin, you, Dion, and I, and there, we— I put an end to his plot.
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I'm alright.
[ He glances back at Joshua, over his shoulder. Maybe this time the lie will be believable. ]
No worse for the wear. We went to Origin, you, Dion, and I, and there, we— I put an end to his plot.