[ His gaze drifts back down to the eggs, not quite able to look his brother in the face. Even now, he's not sure he can keep up the lie if he has to stare his brother down at the same time. He wishes his brother would eat more. Did those monsters starve him too? ]
... Yeah. I'm okay. I've just got some wicked pins in my arm now, that's all.
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... Yeah. I'm okay. I've just got some wicked pins in my arm now, that's all.