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Bleeding.. most likely dying, he moved his fingers, then his toes. looking at the blood on the wall, on the floor through blurred eyes. He slid his arms to the sides... unable to get them under himself to make another attempt at standing.

"Maybe I have been arrogant, self-righ..teous.." He spat more blood, clearly not only his skull now had a crack in it, he must have cracked a rib on landing.

"But ..," he coughed ,"Am I wrong to want to do something for some-bodisss...," he slurred ," other than myshelf..."
"If...what I can be for the people...isnt good enough..I failed. But I can be better..I am better than this...this selfish greed..."

He breathed, coughing... not getting much air. He felt something not quite right with the crown of his skull, but he pushed through the pain... through his own suffering.

"I am not here bleeding for myself..."

He spat and closed his eyes.

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