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[Everything hurts. Everything on his body and the space behind his eyes, every cell and every neuron, hurts. It's so much worse this time that for a while Cassel isn't sure he's not hallucinating. But no. This is real. The crunch of bone he keeps feeling, that's some kind of psychosomatic memory, but the rest of the pain is completely real.]
[He stays in the infirmary until he stops feeling like he's dying over and over; then he slinks to his room and curls up in bed with the covers over his head and Ilia curled up irritably at his side.]
( & various private messages. )
[Everything hurts. Everything on his body and the space behind his eyes, every cell and every neuron, hurts. It's so much worse this time that for a while Cassel isn't sure he's not hallucinating. But no. This is real. The crunch of bone he keeps feeling, that's some kind of psychosomatic memory, but the rest of the pain is completely real.]
[He stays in the infirmary until he stops feeling like he's dying over and over; then he slinks to his room and curls up in bed with the covers over his head and Ilia curled up irritably at his side.]
( & various private messages. )
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