"Okay...okay" he rasped gasping for air and squirming against his foot. He was right. Xenophilius knew exactly what he wanted. He also knew what he wanted. And that was to breath and not be in pain. There were other people to fight the fight or whatever. Xeno just wanted to run a paper. "I won't print anything else about the war" he reiterated hoping it would get the foot of his chest.
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