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You could've said, though.

[A long silence. He feels like he's suppressing something deep in his chest. Then he lets out a hiss of air, lets it go. It feels like there's something crawling up his spine. He resists it.]

Well, fine. Tools like me. Dead like me. We had different kinds of brothers.

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