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conversations.value:  "No, I’m fine." I said, already searching the bushes for my next prey. My eyes found an amorphous green slime. For a moment, Ralaire crossed my mind—but then I obliterated it, using my stone cannon again. The slime melted into the earth.
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conversations.value:  "Oh dear, she’s lost it." Manaria piped in.
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conversations.value:  I looked up to see Manaria with her arm around Claire, watching me with an annoying grin on her face.
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conversations.value:  "But she’s only just recovered." Claire sounded concerned about me.
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conversations.value:  I really hated that. "I’m just fine." I repeated. "But…" It was true that Manaria had dealt me more than just a scratch, but I was back on my feet now. Before, I might have rejoiced in Claire’s concern. Now, though—I couldn’t enjoy it.
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conversations.value:  "Hey, Claire, you’re not moving."
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conversations.value:  "Y-yes."
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conversations.value:  "Look, there’s a giant wasp there. You can take care of that by yourself, right, Claire?" Manaria coaxed.
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conversations.value:  Claire continued to look straight at me, distressed. Finally, she pulled her eyes away and started to drive the monster back.
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conversations.value:  I drifted quietly away, leaving them to their own devices, and fervently slaughtered monsters as if I were carving my way through my own discontent.
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