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Here we are again, my broken bird. The waves are coming... carrying you away... but you can't go. No -- you have to stay. Always half-aware of yourself.
You're not *cooperating* brother-man.
Why?
It's your disgusting *body*. Even through your sleep, you feel a vague discomfort suffusing it. Your belly and your sides are unpleasantly tender. You wish you could curl up into a foetal ball of safety, but you cannot -- because of the PAIN.
And there's a lot of it. Ever present in your organs. It's like every one of them has their own *nasty* song to sing.