[ At the very least, he wasn't lying when he said he was tired; still, he tries to stave it off as long as possible, tries to puzzle out the weird feelings floating in his head, thoughts like weakness and hated and useless and friendship.
He feels his lids dropping as he's examining the cracks in the cave wall, and after a few moments his breathing evens out as sleep pulls him down like an undercurrent. ]
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He feels his lids dropping as he's examining the cracks in the cave wall, and after a few moments his breathing evens out as sleep pulls him down like an undercurrent. ]