[ you will have to save yourself, the stranger says, and viktor huffs out a laugh that blends seamlessly into a bout of coughing — great, could his lungs have decided on another moment to try and exit his body via his trachea?
the coughs subside, but his quiet, dry mirth over being told to be the one to save himself does not; isn't that simply the way of things? why should this be any different. ]
Yes, [ he says with a nod, grabbing his crutch. ] Yes, it is.
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the coughs subside, but his quiet, dry mirth over being told to be the one to save himself does not; isn't that simply the way of things? why should this be any different. ]
Yes, [ he says with a nod, grabbing his crutch. ] Yes, it is.
[ so do your worst, richard! ]