Jean's voice dips into a murmur: "There was an army, and its name was Ruin. Its soldiers could never truly die, for they would simply be remade, as if no blade had ever touched them, my role in that army was to take the hits that others could not. I was very good at it. Often I even lived. But when the army was undone, my training remained. Does that make sense?"
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Jean's voice dips into a murmur: "There was an army, and its name was Ruin. Its soldiers could never truly die, for they would simply be remade, as if no blade had ever touched them, my role in that army was to take the hits that others could not. I was very good at it. Often I even lived. But when the army was undone, my training remained. Does that make sense?"