[He wants to sleep. His injuries are telling him to sleep, to let the weariness win. Without the adrenaline to keep him afloat, he has to concentrate on the fire floating above his hand and the sound of Mia's voice.]
You won't.
[He tries to keep his voice level, but he definitely sounds tired.]
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You won't.
[He tries to keep his voice level, but he definitely sounds tired.]
This is nothing.