[He moves with her as their positions are shuffled, and starts out shoulder to shoulder; as she speaks, though, he sinks lower and lower, tired both mentally and physically. He'd rather focus on her words than staying upright, and he's only got energy enough for one of those, so he ends up with his head on her shoulder instead. You'd almost think he dozed off, he's so quiet and still, but when she pauses he speaks up,]
That's a pretty good evil laugh. You should do voices in cartoons. [It's almost a joke! Consider him mostly distracted, even if one-half of his misery is still right in front of his eyes.] Let me guess, he wanted to fight the Titans, too?
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That's a pretty good evil laugh. You should do voices in cartoons. [It's almost a joke! Consider him mostly distracted, even if one-half of his misery is still right in front of his eyes.] Let me guess, he wanted to fight the Titans, too?