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... floor, lightly banging his forehead against the stone. Fresh droplets of crimson dropped from the edges of his black-steel cuffs, falling monotonous onto the stone as the pain was null on his aching body.
"...I'll kill you. I'll kill you. I'll kill you…"
Decartes loomed over him for a moment, listening to the repeated mutters of the young man before spinning around as his long, sable robes fluttered behind his sudden, exaggerated movement.
"It seems you're a bit preoccup ...
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