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The sickly, wheelchair-bound Rufus is near the Sign, looking utterly betrayed and broken - though it may be kind of hard to tell exactly what that expression is when his eyes are so blank as to be alarming, his hands trembling slightly in his lap and his shoulders slouched just noticeably. He's got something in his grasp, as well, but without getting close and pointedly looking, it'd be impossible to tell what it is.
"What...do you do..." he starts, goes into a raspy coughing fit, and seems perfectly unconcerned when he has to wipe blood from the corner of his mouth as a result. "When you've failed at everything...but the person who pulls the strings of your life...forces you to live on only to see you crumble from the misery?"
He tries to smile bitterly, but only ends up coughing again, doubled over as much as he can possibly be while seated by the time the paroxysms cease.
"What...do you do..." he starts, goes into a raspy coughing fit, and seems perfectly unconcerned when he has to wipe blood from the corner of his mouth as a result. "When you've failed at everything...but the person who pulls the strings of your life...forces you to live on only to see you crumble from the misery?"
He tries to smile bitterly, but only ends up coughing again, doubled over as much as he can possibly be while seated by the time the paroxysms cease.