[God, his head's killing him. So is his neck. Everything else, the parts of him that he'd assume would be sore, feel fine. He doesn't feel like he's just run a marathon. He doesn't feel like he's groaning through the muscle soreness he'd anticipate after...what? Death and resurrection?]
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[God, his head's killing him. So is his neck. Everything else, the parts of him that he'd assume would be sore, feel fine. He doesn't feel like he's just run a marathon. He doesn't feel like he's groaning through the muscle soreness he'd anticipate after...what? Death and resurrection?]
[But, hey. It's death. What's he know?]