[Hm? That's an odd question. He pauses, watching the words for a moment. Marco isn't nearby, or he could just skim the intent off of his surface thoughts.]
[There's a lot he could say. "I'm not fit for fighting." "I'm not fit for war." "I'm not fit for much of anything these days and haven't been for quite some time, really."
It's best to cut himself off before he says too much.]
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<Composing>
Mad? About what, the fakes?
<marco>
About â–•â–•
Me not being there.
<Composing>
You've been having... a difficult time lately. Laying low and staying safe is a good option.
<marco>
If you think so...
[There's a lot he could say. "I'm not fit for fighting." "I'm not fit for war." "I'm not fit for much of anything these days and haven't been for quite some time, really."
It's best to cut himself off before he says too much.]
Don't mind me.
Good lâ–‘ck.
<Composing>
Don't worry about us over here. I'll keep an eye on things. Reira is here, too. I know she'll help.
Please, focus on staying safe. I get the feeling this is going to get worse before it gets better.
<marco>
Thank you.
You all stay safe too.