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Maybe don't- [ and hell, the kid runs- no, the monk? The monk runs. Diarmuid runs over, all wide eyed concern and Tony needs to be an adult about this. Guy looks like he's never seen a board game before and sadistic as this shit is, Tony's vaguely familiar. Shitty situations that you work your way through come hell or high water. ] We get across alive, we win, right? Don't double back unless-

[ Wincing, he straightens slowly, hand against the hurt. If he keeps his breath shallow, if he keeps his eyes on the far wall and runs the numbers? It's easier. ] Unless you have to. Okay? I'll live.

[ It's just some cracked ribs. It's nothing he hasn't lived through already. ]