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... en a single second to ask the important questions. There wasn’t any window for me to even speak much.
I wanted to know things, like where the fuck we were. Or what exactly had happened to them after I went full suicidal maniac against a god.
I did manage to piece together a very vague, heavily watered-down version of the events that transpired while I was busy sleeping after dying from tidbits of their conversation.
But it was nothing even remotely concrete.
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