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Dimo swallowed hard against the tightness in his throat. It wasn't from the noose, though that didn't help, but from the same ailment that had plagued him for over forty years. Hanahaki disease, named for the spark that invented it. He coughed sharply, startling the group walking below with a shower of Giant Dyne Belle seeds.
“They’re still alive?” the larger man exclaimed.
Dimo examined him, he was wearing a blue coat with stars on the lapel. Ah! Circus folk!
“Hey! Dis iz great!” Maxim said.
“Yah! Ve gets to see a show for free!” continued Oggie.
Dimo caught a whiff of something on the air as his breath eased slightly. “Hey! Shot up! Use you noses!” They started to check around.
“Vhere is it? Vhere? Him? No-- Dere!”
They looked down at the blonde as their lungs eased further. Not much, but noticeably enough.