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From here]The young king thanked Locke silently for holding open the door as he threw himself through, hoping that his assumption had been right. There had been none of that poison - whether it was literal or figurative - in the hall before the Sun Room, why would it be in the mess hall? Unless
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When the door was finally closed he sank to his knees coughing and trying to catch his breath. If only he had his magic, he could cure them both and the pain would go away....of course, if he did have his magic, they wouldn't be in this mess anyway. He had never felt so weak and useless until now.
"Sorry..." Sorry for not having a way to defend himself and sorry for leading them into the sun room to begin with; he'd been the one to choose that way after all.
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