[He'd forgotten just how bad all of this felt, in half a year of being a monster. How tired and frail it was possible to be. What kind of effort it took to maintain dignity. The hand on his shoulder is shockingly strong, as if it's not Rindo's hand at all, but the hand of an adult coming down on the shoulder of a much younger Gladion.]
M'good.
[He feels like shit, but he's not actually going to puke, with nothing in his stomach. He does want to lie down. But he doesn't want to frighten Rindo. He drops his hand to his side and opens his eyes, squinting, grimacing.]
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M'good.
[He feels like shit, but he's not actually going to puke, with nothing in his stomach. He does want to lie down. But he doesn't want to frighten Rindo. He drops his hand to his side and opens his eyes, squinting, grimacing.]