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Combustion Man's Confession
The first thing he noticed when he awoke was an intense feeling in his ribs. He couldn't tell exactly what it was. Or he didn't want to admit it to himself. It wasn't the bland irritation that he was used to feeling, like when he was smacked in the head by a pebble or thrown into a wall or something of that nature.
He rubbed the tattoo on his forehead and the same sensation returned. It was uncomfortable, but more than that. His forehead throbbed.
He stared up the canyon, seeing two sets of earthy walls. He was just dizzy from the altitude, he decided, even though he was now at sea level.
His metal arm lay on the ground to his right.
He was invincible. He had always been invincible. What he was feeling now… it couldn't be…
His ribs groaned at him, more than simple discomfort. It was more like a stinging sensation, a feeling that shot through him every time he tried to take a deep breath.
He wasn't allowed to do this, he knew. He wasn't allowed to feel this way. But he had to admit to himself what he was feeling, feeling for the first time in his life.
"Ow," he said aloud. "That hurt."
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Nice and short.
Combustion Man, Zhao, and Jet are all probably hanging out together, playing cards with everyone we never actually see die in the show.
-samtana