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'…What? That’s ridiculous, thought Madura. How could The Flame of Exile be inside me? A physical flame, existing in my mind?!'
He shook his head. 'No matter… I’ve never seen it before and I don’t plan to. And as for living, I am already alive, and I’ll deal with it as best I can.'
No reply echoed from the recesses of Madura’s mind. He knew immediately, due to the sensation that he was alone in his head again, that Harbinger had finished talking.
He awoke, on his back outside his tent. 'I didn’t even realize I’d fallen unconscious,' he remarked to himself. A small audience of Privates and a few Corporals had gathered around him, and Ned was bending dangerously close to Madura, pouting lips in a way that suggested he was about to perform CPR. This was enough for Madura to jerk as if Ned’s face held some kind of touch-transmitted disease, Madura head butting him with a sharp crack when he leapt off of the ground. The audience jumped back about a foot with Madura’s sudden movement, nobody saying anything.
‘Well, what?!’ Madura snapped aggressively, addressing the open mouthed audience in front of him, rubbing his head. ‘I just hit my head a little bit’
‘We know, we just saw.’ Said a squat looking Private. ‘But what about before that?’
‘I meant before that… but…we have preparation to do, so best keep moving. For SATH!’ Madura added, as an officer walked past. Thankfully, the appearance of an officer dispersed the crowd more effectively then Madura’s blustering.
