[No, no, no. Some part of Ken's mind screams to cast Zionga, to bring upon that bastard what he has coming. For hurting someone, for hurting Owen, that guy has to hurt. He's dangerous. He's terrible. He needs to, he needs to--
He tears himself away from those thoughts and scrambles to Owen instead, shaking hands reaching out to try and turn him on his back so he can breathe.]
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He tears himself away from those thoughts and scrambles to Owen instead, shaking hands reaching out to try and turn him on his back so he can breathe.]
Owen, Owen, where are you hurt?