[ This is where Oria gives Sinclair a stern staredown because there is nothing in the world that will prevent him from going to battle by Sinclair's side. He will do absolutely everything in his power to do so, even if it means escaping the medbay and stealing a Gauntlet somehow. He would be more reasonable if he was told to rest until the fight day comes, but this? No. No compromise.
Anyway, he doesn't say anything. The stare is all Sinclair gets. ]
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Anyway, he doesn't say anything. The stare is all Sinclair gets. ]
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...I know. I'm sorry. I won't do it.
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[ He huffs and squeezes the hand, even though there's a twitch. Must be the aftershock. ]
... As long as you don't go off anywhere, I'll be here to recover.
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...they really didn't need to do that to you.
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But they did, and nothing can change that except propoganda.
[ He's joking, so he must be fine. ]
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Propaganda? That seems difficult.
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[ Oria definitely seems better despite his limbs feeling like jelly for a bit. ]
But really, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I'll be in tip top shape in no time!
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...okay. But make sure you rest up, okay?