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Still holding onto his machete, Orphos rolled onto his back with a low groan. He looked worn and haggard; the shadows under his eyes were much darker than usual, and when his gaze shifted to Galaxian (well, more over the other god's shoulder than anything), his eyes were unfocused.

"'ave there always been two of you?" He slurred. "Where are you? I mean--" he started to chuckle, then started coughing midway through.