[He registers that they are leaving. Or, at least, that Nami wants to go. Fine. Let them leave for now. But first...
[He pushes himself up with all the strength he has, the light moving to pinpricks in his eyes, until he is sitting upright, arms folded, injured hand hidden.]
[They will leave but he refuses to let them see him crushed and defeated.]
Not if he has one drop of blood left in his body.]
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[He pushes himself up with all the strength he has, the light moving to pinpricks in his eyes, until he is sitting upright, arms folded, injured hand hidden.]
[They will leave but he refuses to let them see him crushed and defeated.]
Not if he has one drop of blood left in his body.]