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2/6/2016 3:51:19 PM
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[b]he is nearly dead and not noticeably breathing[/b]
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[b]he looks into her eyes[/b] I'm... Sorry Tara..."
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[b]a loud bang brings johns corpse into the room, as well as shocked Wheatley[/b]
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"He's dead..."
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[b]he walks over looking like he just survived a hurricane[/b] "He's dead...."
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[b]he cries a bit, then the pulls himself up, weeping to himself silently for atleast an hour[/b]
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"I can't sleep... Ever."
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[b]he tugs himself toward the bed, repeatedly trying to pull himself up and failing before giving his grandfathers signature phrase, the thing he would say after each battle when he was severely wounded[/b] "Sleep is for the weak..." [b]he manages to get atop the bed and sharpens multiple weapons and cleans many more. He loads many firearms and modifies just as many[/b]
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[b]he drags himself toward one, still face down into the ground[/b] "D-- I -o it?"
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"Nah... I gotta find you somewhere to sleep..." [b]he limps down the hall[/b]
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[b]he completely disregards her advisory [/b] "C'mon... We gotta find you a place to... Sleep."
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[b]he barely flickers back to life and stares her in the eye, still mute. His eyes full of tears[/b]
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[b]he awakens slowly, he looks around for someone[/b] "Hey..."
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[b]he Jolts awake, confused.[/b] "Where... Am I..."
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[b]he smirks and eventually bursts into uncontrollable laughter, it was just a rouse, a prank.[/b]
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[b]he wakes up, looking around, confused[/b]
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[b]he begins to laugh incredibly hard, just barely being able to control himself enough not to throw up. [/b]
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[b]he is almost dead. He reaches weakly up to Tara, smiles, and "dies"[/b]
