[His hand falls to rest on the arm of the chair, clenching his fist a little to try and calm the trembling. His chin, his arm and that hand were all soaked in that corrosion, and a leg shifts to try and gear himself up to stand again. Still dizzy, still weak, just... need to take it slow.]
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Nice way to meet someone, huh?
[He laughs again, that quiet, broken sound.]
First thing they tell you is that they're dying.