[That one word is almost a wail of defeat. And Salvio is, for the moment, defeated. There's a clatter as he puts his crystal down and a thud as he puts his face on the tabletop beside it. And there he remains, trying to remember how to breathe. Why was he born in this cursed age? What sins has he committed to deserve this?
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[That one word is almost a wail of defeat. And Salvio is, for the moment, defeated. There's a clatter as he puts his crystal down and a thud as he puts his face on the tabletop beside it. And there he remains, trying to remember how to breathe. Why was he born in this cursed age? What sins has he committed to deserve this?
And so on. It takes up most of the day.]