[Here they are, two fools staring at the ceiling in battle un-prowess. GOD.
He stays on his back as well, lifting his hands and staring at the backs of them as if they'd personally betrayed him. LUST DID YOU DO THIS. IS THIS YOUR FAULT. (It's probably not, it's not their style.)]
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He stays on his back as well, lifting his hands and staring at the backs of them as if they'd personally betrayed him. LUST DID YOU DO THIS. IS THIS YOUR FAULT. (It's probably not, it's not their style.)]
Now what are we supposed to do?
[If they can't fight, what is even the point!!!]