He shakes his head, slumping against the wall, wincing a little at his back pain.
The neck is bruised, but it'll heal.
"What happens if we fail to save a world? Do we die with it, and that Timebroker plucks out a new batch of poor bastards to go on with? We've got nothing. This is too big."
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The neck is bruised, but it'll heal.
"What happens if we fail to save a world? Do we die with it, and that Timebroker plucks out a new batch of poor bastards to go on with? We've got nothing. This is too big."