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The die hangs perfectly around his neck. He tightens his shirt collar to cover the pendant. He tidies up his hair, feeling it's gotten too long. He trims the thin beard that has grown on his jaw after washing his face. The sword hanging not far from his sleeping bag, he takes and straps perfectly on his back. The two swords that always accompanied him in battles before are back by his side. Also, the pistol with full ammunition is in his tall boots and on his waistband. Everything he used to wear is back on him. Intact.

"You're back, Xavier," Seth pulls aside the tent curtain and enters without permission, annoying Xavier. "Oh, seeing your displeased face makes me feel like entering a girl's room without permission."

Xavier doesn't respond. "I'm not dead, Seth." He double-checks his appearance, which he kind of missed. The last he remembers; he was in a very bad state. And it seems understandable to find out who helped him, as anyone who helped him then truly helped him.

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