I will soon be dead—spared for now while the ogre's still full.
I was thrown here due to being sick. The healthy are taken by the Dobavions to gods know where...
To be called "scrap" by the Hand of Trust...is a mercy I never thought I'd welcome.
I should never have come to the Astron Plains.
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