Heras Box
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Imri wasn't sure what nauseated him more; the keldari venom making it's way through his blood or the sudden, unwanted analysis of his homelife. Semi-resentment didn't begin to cover it, but Imri wasn't going to say that. In fact he wasn't going to say anything more about Ai because she wasn't here, she'd made a point to leave him behind, so what did he care what she thought? He was someone else's problem right now and wasn't that what she wanted?
"Everyone makes mistakes," Imri groused. "I'm just facing mine...." The preteen shifted a little when the jostling got too uncomfortable for him, but he still didn't dare close his eyes. Moving around was bad enough, but the moment he closed them the whole world seemed to spin.
"...I'm still going to keep my leg, right?"