[Anyone passing by 752 Partridge on Sunday will see Jecht lying face down in the middle of the beach on his front lawn. His entire body is more or less covered in scars - both the ones he got from working in the factories in Soviet Mayfield, as well as the ones he earned in Spira defending Lord Braska on the Pilgrimage. He's definitely breathing
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I say, can a day go by in this town without someone getting themselves grievously injured!? What on earth happened to you, now? Are you even alive?
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But at least you're not dead. Yet. I'd take you to the doctors, but you're too heavy for me to lift!
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"...I'm fine."
[He totally doesn't look fine.]
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You most certainly are not! How did you manage that? Some crazy green-haired woman didn't do that to you too, did she? If so, I need to have a rather stern talking-to with her.
[He stands up, hands on hips, and sighs.] I suppose I'll fetch a towel. Good thing I brought mine! [He was here to use your pool again after all. He'll hand you his towel.]
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[Reluctantly accepts the towel, using it to soak up some of the blood leaking from his chest.]
"And nah, this is all me. Guess I trained too hard or something."
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[Waves a hand at at the towel] Hold it on there! You have to stop the bleeding.
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[Waves a hand dismissively as the other continues to staunch the bleeding.]
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