Kanoa stumbled back, managing to stay up right as she pressed a hand to her temple. Flashes of scenes passed through her mind, almost feeling like memories.
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"Stop moming me, I'm fine." Kanoa grumbled, as Kova bustled around the small kitchen area. She was sitting on a chair, something dark and wet and blood-like oozing from a wound on her abdomen. "Start not picking fights with soldiers, and I might." Kova shot back, as Londyn made her way in with a basket full of various supplies. And then it cut off.
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Kanoa's eyes shot back open as she shook her head, muttering in a strange mix of languages.