[This is almost nostalgic. But whenever he was knocked on his ass before, it was on purpose, on both sides... This is just a mess of an accident, and his pride is wounded for that. He feels the hand on his back and responds by curling his fingers into his palms, near his face.]
Ugh.
[Can he just expire right here. He turns so his cheek is against the ground instead of his now-slightly-bleeding forehead, moving his eyes to find Dextera but still refusing to stand up. Honestly, the fall made him dizzier than he was before, and breaking him from his concentration allowed that fatigue that was already there to really grip at him.]
I'm fine. I'm just taking a break. [let him die here]
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Ugh.
[Can he just expire right here. He turns so his cheek is against the ground instead of his now-slightly-bleeding forehead, moving his eyes to find Dextera but still refusing to stand up. Honestly, the fall made him dizzier than he was before, and breaking him from his concentration allowed that fatigue that was already there to really grip at him.]
I'm fine. I'm just taking a break. [let him die here]