[Lockon braces for impact as best he can when most of his muscles won't tense on command, then blinks when it becomes apparent he shouldn't have bothered. The razor-thin, almost negligible line of pain down his chest is almost a mockery of the outcome he'd all but hoped for.
This time when he laughs it's a wry, weary sound.]
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This time when he laughs it's a wry, weary sound.]
Guess that would have been too easy, huh?