Jason?
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Pain, almost identical to when I got stabbed by Michael Varus and the impact of my body hitting the ground was all I could feel.
Pain, Pain, Pain.
It was becoming overbearing. I was ready to scream from the pain but I held back. Why was I holding back again?
Pain, Pain, Pain, Pain, Pa-
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I awoke to crying. Shut Up! I wanted to say but I couldn't for some reason. I slowly opened my eyes and it was then I realized. It was me crying. Why was I crying? I thought I was dead? Why aren't I in the underworld.
Wait.
Why is Dad here? Where am I? Is that Juno I see? Why does it look like she's been...crying?
What is going on?
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