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The space is narrow and thick with blood's stench. Basch's left shoulder abrades against a fallen mass of concrete on one side, his fingertips touching the wind-taut thrum of tent on other. Basch stares for long, thoughtless moments. His heart's beat is rapid enough that it sounds like a man running. Basch breathes, and hurts; he breathes until hurt should subside; he breathes, but he still hurts.
- Part 13 of Final Fantasy XII Bondsverse