Medium · Endurance ≥ 4
If he doesn't stop soon, he's going to collapse from exhaustion. He's red all over.
Physique
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473 · Voice lines
If he doesn't stop soon, he's going to collapse from exhaustion. He's red all over.
You need to rest. Your body is aching. Getting in here has taken something out of you. Have a seat.
It is possible to live with an injury like that. Makes you touch the back of your skull, wondering if there's one in there?
It sounds like you're having a heart attack -- whatever you said, it couldn't have been that bad. Please relax.
One stroke? Don't be so modest. He's having one right now.
This is where the damage came from. From somewhere in the inlet. The cannons.
Sure, inside. But outside it's a tough world. You've got to do whatever it takes to survive. And you do. Question is: will you admit that to yourself?
No time for that sentimental bullshit. They're hustlers, getting shit done. They're one pair of track pants away from gangsters. Just like you.
Exactly. The seagull does what it takes -- and so do you. You've got that same spirit in you. When the time comes, you'll push yourself.
Think about the seagull's story. It's one of endurance -- and adaptation. The seaside was paradise once. They were birds of that paradise.
Own it! Steal hot dogs, shit in the sand -- whatever it takes to keep going!
Then their paradise became shit city. And what did they do? They became urban survivors! Eating burgers out of trash cans! Killing and eating pigeons!