He was dying, again. Oh, but didn't he feel lucky, and so. Very. Hopeful? He was going to live, after he died, wasn't that great? But he didn't even have the privilege of getting whisked away before he died, oh no, he had to endure the pain of bleeding to death while half of himself was several feet away. Oh joy.
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