[ It makes him wince, too. The creaking sounds of his limbs as he walks with Zenyatta's help. He flinches beneath his mask but he's walking. That's better than lying on the ground. He's standing and that's better than just weakly sending text messages. ]
Somehow I feel like I'm being scolded.
[ He's at least able to joke that much. A tired sigh as he rests his hand against Lasso's side. Lightly patting the horse, he rests his head against the neck as he feels. So tired. How far even was it from where he was to stand here? He shakes his head -- the present and future, yes. ]
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Somehow I feel like I'm being scolded.
[ He's at least able to joke that much. A tired sigh as he rests his hand against Lasso's side. Lightly patting the horse, he rests his head against the neck as he feels. So tired. How far even was it from where he was to stand here? He shakes his head -- the present and future, yes. ]
Now how to get up?