[His throat tightens and constricts, making it difficult for a moment for Jason to find air. He hates this. He absolutely hates this.]
Of course, [he manages, forcing the words out while he struggles to drag air into hid windpipe.]
But how can we win when Death wants us dead? I—[can't. He can't. He's died before. He's been at the mercy of death. And he's felt like he has been since he got here, like he's waiting for some opportunity for it to happen to him again.]
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Of course, [he manages, forcing the words out while he struggles to drag air into hid windpipe.]
But how can we win when Death wants us dead? I—[can't. He can't. He's died before. He's been at the mercy of death. And he's felt like he has been since he got here, like he's waiting for some opportunity for it to happen to him again.]
What can we do?