[ .... this is fine. he just lets this happen, taking a shaky breath as he hacks up a last handful of flowers - plum, olive, azure blue - really the first large attack of this he's had all week long.
vax wipes his mouth afterwards, and eventually says, quietly: ] ... she thought she had me.
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vax wipes his mouth afterwards, and eventually says, quietly: ] ... she thought she had me.