[The entry begins and for a minute there's just some ragged breathing. Goddamn, he'll never get used to dying. Never.]
...god, guys, I...
I-I'm...so--so sorry...
[More silence, possibly the sound of him swallowing down the large lump in his throat, then it ends. He plans on getting his clothes himself.]
((ooc: Herz is missing a t-shirt, boxers, a pair
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