He laid on the bed on top of the covers, full-clothed in night clothes. He wasn't tired, but his body was wracked by all the spasms he had gone through so he really couldn't move too much without pain. He wasn't in the best of moods. Inactivity didn't suit him. He turned to Amiko.
"What does he know?"
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