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Pain was a dull echo now. It sat in my limbs like an old ghost, it was present, but I was no longer screaming inside me for help.
I hung in silence, my breath very shallow, eyes locked on that flicker in Stray's chest. The bastards around me laughed again, but their voices had gone distant. Muffled by my pulse, the only thing I heard. By the promise rising in my bones.
"You're pathetic, you know that?" one of them barked. "All that hype about the 'one-avatar kid.' Guess the stories were just bedtime trash."
Another one paced behind me. I heard the metallic click of their weapons....short-range power sabers. Custom.
"Word was you took on the twin bounty hunters and walked out breathing," the third said, voice smug. "Looking at you now? Either they let you win, or you're just lucky."
"But guess what? Luck runs out," the fourth muttered, stepping up to Stray. His boot nudged Stray's chassis. I saw red.
