"Arrgh!!" Rex groaned as he slowly sat up in the bed, his body protesting the movement. His back felt like it had been run over by a herd of stampeding bulls the previous day after his fight with the Valenbrook family.
"Harbinger, thou art finally awake!" Cronus' voice rang out with an all-too-familiar cheer.
"Here comes the yapper..." Rex thought, slapping a hand to his face.
Cronus chuckled in response. "Surely, thou know that I hear thy thoughts."
Rex dragged his hands down his face dramatically, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. You'd think by now I'd be used to it."
He tried to get up, taking a careful step, but a sharp crack echoed through the room as his leg gave a protest. "Dammit!" he cursed, wincing as his joints creaked like an old door. "I feel like I've been used as a human punching bag."
Rex hobbled over to the bathroom, muttering under his breath, "Guess this calls for a massage... or a new body."
