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There's a whoosh of air as Shinjiro exhales sharply, fingers running over the fresh bandage. ]
I'm still standing, aren't I? Can't say the same for those guys down there.
[ Those guys being Tatara and Yamato, laid out like freshly squeezed juiceboxes. ]
I ain't dying anytime soon. I can wait a few minutes.