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... ggered off the pitch in loose, uneven lines.Boots dragged on the soft turf, water bottles cracked open, sweat dripping unchecked down faces too focused on breathing to speak much.
Training wasn't over.Not really.Only paused — long enough to see who could hold form when the body started bargaining for easier ways out.
Demien let his arms fall to his sides, fingers flexing once before folding behind his back again.A quiet readiness.Not anger.Not even disappointment.
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