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Mordred settles Sagramore against the pillow, and sinks down on the edge of the bed. He's still bloody, speckled with bits of dead grass. "God."

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"I'm so sorry," Percy says, and then, "Should I get anything? Water or anything?"

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"No. I'll go wash in a minute."

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"Okay. Is he gonna be okay?"

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"God knows." He pushes his hair back awkwardly with the back of his wrist. "You were there, then."