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[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]He couldn't say he'd been doing better since checking on Har, but he'd been...handling it. Somewhat. Moon would probably disagree, and he wasn't precisely wrong considering the lion had found him unconscious and bleeding from his eyes. Thankfully, that hadn't happened again. Gabe gave a tree a knock, just because he really wasn't going to risk anything at this point, especially not by having a "how could it possibly be worse" attitude. That was just begging the universe to throw him miles up shit creek without a paddle, and he'd already spent a ridiculous amount of time up shit creek. Gabe could use a spa day, maybe retreat to a remote island far, far away from politics where he could sleep on the beach all day and hack up pellets in peace. Not that he expected to ever accomplish that, unless the world suddenly righted itself and people stopped being themselves. The odds of that were so low an ant couldn't limbo that bar, so for the time being, he was stuck feeling awful.

Nothing new.

Closing his eyes, the hybrid took a few deep breaths to try and clear the sudden dizziness from his head. Surprise. It didn't work. Forcing them back open, Gabe figured he would try to ignore it and walk it off -because that worked too- but the ground was suddenly an ocean's tide, and he fell flat to meet it, more sticky crimson steadily staining his face. "Mátame ya," he sighed into the dirt, closing his eyes again so he wouldn't have to watch everything continue spinning like tops, though it made the tears even less comfortable. He just needed a few minutes, then he could stand up and wash the shit off his face before anyone found him. Optimism.
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