[He's up to his knees, slowly pushing his way up to a kind of exhausted position. Something close to standing, but not quite. As much as he hated Hazama and Kazuma right now, the rage fueling his every action and giving him the energy he needed to do this, he also felt dizzy and weak. A side-effect of being so dependent on the Azure for everything, he imagined.
Fuck.] Maybe because your voice is just as grating as nails on a chalkboard!
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Fuck.] Maybe because your voice is just as grating as nails on a chalkboard!