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He closes his eyes again, content to go back to sleep whether his companion sticks around for it or not. Then he hears the irritated sigh, and his good eye cracks open just barely, fixing on Midar with a hint of his own irritation. Not really, He mumbles a little resentfully, sounding very much like a moody adolescent. Why? More specifically, why does it matter so much that the other is interrupting his sleep? He really couldn't care less about some weird lecture on the sanctity of life, or his life in particular, or whatever stick Midar has up his ass about it. He's tired.