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Subaru:  His sense of loss, of despair, of loneliness, gouged Subaru just as deeply as the bonds formed over the days before. There was no way he could recover. He didn’t have the strength to recover.
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Emilia:  Emilia, sitting on the bed beside Subaru, smiled at him as she patted his injured right hand. "—All right, done. I think it’s nicely patched up, but you mustn’t thrash around like that, okay?"