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"Uh-ok," he mumbled, his speech slurring a bit. He felt the exhaustion wash across him for the first time that night. All of the adrenaline from the fighting was wearing off. If something attacked now he probably wouldn't be able to defend himself too well.
He dragged his feet after Robyn, hardly keeping his eyes open.
"How much... yawn... longer is the night going to last?" he asked the other Player, his voice thick with sleepiness.
He knew he needed to wake up, it had to be several hours still until the sun came up, it was still pitch-black after all.

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Maddison grinned back at Patrick.
"Ain't that the truth. Isn't it nice of the Game to lick our wounds that it causes?" she said, a dark sarcastic tone in her voice.
She did actually enjoy the Game most of the time since it allowed her to act out her aggressions, but no matter how messed up she was, she could never fully appreciate being thrown into a world every night where monsters tried to kill you. It was more like fate was laughing in her face, making her continue to fight for her life even after she could finally escape the multitude of foster homes and uncaring "parents".