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The clear well water moistened his face, the chill partially dissipating the waves of exhaustion numbing his brain. The stinging sensation rolling in his eyes also eased after being moistened.
"...Damn it!"
Not getting enough sleep left Roque in a bad mood, but that alone wouldn't make him curse. It was merely a secondary derivative factor at most.
The combat process described by Nigel — devoid of any honour, humanity, or morality — was unsettling to him. The pursuit of a fighting method focused purely on killing humans faster and more efficiently disgusted him beyond words.
"Cowardly scoundrels!"
He wanted to pile on the curses to give his sentiment more bite. But fearing to upset Knight Pierre, Roque held his tongue.
