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[[He laughs. There is no joy in it, merely...bitterness. How else can he react to this ridiculous situation?]]

I never thought I would agree with you on something.

[[Looking down at his hands, at the metal devices wrapped around them, Armstrong sighs, closing his eyes.]]

....leave me.

[[It's not a question. Not in the least. He opens his eyes, still not facing Kimblee, but he does look at him.]]

Please just....leave me here.

[[And his places his hands against the wall, nails dragging softly down the stone.]]

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