"Yes, yes, I don't doubt it." [There isn't a fear to be cowed by at the threat, both men knew it took more than this to actually invite any serious harm on the other, but Flug drops back to a weary neutral tone nonetheless; a sign of respect and a show of willfully sliding back to where they stand.
Flug makes it to the hallway before he slumps over against the wall with a noise of disgruntled distress. He doesn't try to move again.]
"I don't remember the last time I've felt this exhausted. Was it like this for you?"
[He knew Black Hat had understandably been out of it, but he could be so hard to gauge when he wanted to put on a front. And to think Flug had chided the man for carelessly dragging his open wounds in the rubble.]
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Flug makes it to the hallway before he slumps over against the wall with a noise of disgruntled distress. He doesn't try to move again.]
"I don't remember the last time I've felt this exhausted. Was it like this for you?"
[He knew Black Hat had understandably been out of it, but he could be so hard to gauge when he wanted to put on a front. And to think Flug had chided the man for carelessly dragging his open wounds in the rubble.]