[Vil feels his eyes inexplicably begin burning when Leona expresses a touch of empathy, and he blinks rapidly to keep them from worsening. It was no secret that he was frustrated with being stuck in the resort, away from everything he cared about and felt driven to work for. Could he pursue beauty to the extent that he did back home? Perhaps. But this wasn't a game he wanted to play or a place where he wanted to be, and he loathed the fact that he's already done things in the name of survival that he wouldn't dream of doing back home.]
Right. Survive.
[He cuts off any strain in his voice by keeping his replies short, shaking his head.]
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Right. Survive.
[He cuts off any strain in his voice by keeping his replies short, shaking his head.]
I can endure. I just don't know how long.