[Deoxys lifts disoriented gaze to Heatran's face, locks of dishevelled orange hair falling in front of his face as he scowls at her.]
Does it really matter?
[He closes his eyes, letting his head drop, the irregular rise and fall of his chest still noticeable but beginning to settle back into normal paced breathing/]
If you have any better ideas how to spend my time here, let's hear it.
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Does it really matter?
[He closes his eyes, letting his head drop, the irregular rise and fall of his chest still noticeable but beginning to settle back into normal paced breathing/]
If you have any better ideas how to spend my time here, let's hear it.