[It takes some time before there's movement from Disciple. His body felt understandably sore from being tossed into the wall, his head throbbing. He chooses to roll onto his side for now, a hand pressed against his head.]
Why are you still here? [His voice was strain, but he could see Shizuo and probably glaring up at him unintentionally. His head was just in so much pain, to the point it was blocking out how sore his body was.] He's still here.
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Why are you still here? [His voice was strain, but he could see Shizuo and probably glaring up at him unintentionally. His head was just in so much pain, to the point it was blocking out how sore his body was.] He's still here.