[THEY ARE TWO EXTREMELY, EXTREMELY STUBBORN LADS HATE THIS FOR BOTH OF THEM!!
But unfortunately for him, Mandricardo has the advantage here, since he's not dealing with [redacted], [redacted] or [redacted] right now. Unlike this idiot! Who's doing his best!! For the worst things!!
In any case, he doesn't say anything. He's still not crying - he doesn't cry easily, despite the way he'd nearly done so that day in the woods. But his face twists up like he might, for a second...
And then he just sort of plonks his head down against Mandricardo, his breathing strained. He's still conscious despite the way the fight seems to leave him quite suddenly, but he's quiet, for now. What does one say to that? It's too painful. He doesn't have it in him after everything to fight as ferociously as he normally might. It just hurts. Everything hurts.]
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But unfortunately for him, Mandricardo has the advantage here, since he's not dealing with [redacted], [redacted] or [redacted] right now. Unlike this idiot! Who's doing his best!! For the worst things!!
In any case, he doesn't say anything. He's still not crying - he doesn't cry easily, despite the way he'd nearly done so that day in the woods. But his face twists up like he might, for a second...
And then he just sort of plonks his head down against Mandricardo, his breathing strained. He's still conscious despite the way the fight seems to leave him quite suddenly, but he's quiet, for now. What does one say to that? It's too painful. He doesn't have it in him after everything to fight as ferociously as he normally might. It just hurts. Everything hurts.]