[Jonathan fell back to the shadows and the wounds dulled to deep and painful looking scars in his flesh. While he hadn't had more than two mouthfuls of blood, it bought with it a clarity that he hated and he dragged his wrist against his mouth to rid himself of the blood.]
How... [He stared at the other man, standing in the sunlight without a concern in the world.] How are you doing that?
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How... [He stared at the other man, standing in the sunlight without a concern in the world.] How are you doing that?