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[A few hours after this, Break's PCD is jostled on.
It's a video feed, yes, but all that's visible is the inside of Break's pocket. From the sounds of things, he's still in the streets, propped against a building, wheezing for breath. A few coughs, and he spits blood onto his white coat sleeve, sinks to the ground with a groan.
Not a good day.]
It's a video feed, yes, but all that's visible is the inside of Break's pocket. From the sounds of things, he's still in the streets, propped against a building, wheezing for breath. A few coughs, and he spits blood onto his white coat sleeve, sinks to the ground with a groan.
Not a good day.]
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You saw all that?
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Give me your coordinates.
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Coordinates.
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A cheek twitch. He'll need the clinic.]
... why were you at Yuca's in the first place?
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[He moves to pull himself up with the cane. All he has by way of injuries are the bruises. Most of them are under his clothes, one is blossoming across his cheek. Blood on his chin that he wipes with his sleeve.]
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[Zuko extends his hands to give Break something to pull himself up with.]
... what do you care? After what he did.
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[He admits, groaning as he makes it up straight.]
And I'm not hurt, Zuko.
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[He lets Break straighten by himself, frowning a little.]
...hn.
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[God, he is so not in the mood, just go to the clinic, gdmit.]
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Fine. Come on.