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Gale complains about his bomb.

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Gale
: I'm feeling rather unsteady...^devnote
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Gale
: Deep breaths, Gale. Hold it together.^devnote
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Gale
: I'd be rather enjoying this journey, were I not wracked with pain.^devnote
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Gale
: One step in front of the other, Gale.^devnote
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Gale
: Ugh, I feel rotten.^devnote
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Gale
: I don't feel right. Not even close.^devnote
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Gale
: Getting weaker by the moment.^devnote
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Gale
: Feeling more unwell than ever.^devnote
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Gale
: What I wouldn't give for some respite.^devnote
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Gale
: Gods, this is bloody uncomfortable.^devnote
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Gale
: I hope I don't deteriorate further.^devnote
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Gale
: Struggling more with every moment.^devnote
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Gale
: My condition's only getting worse.^devnote
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