[now, Gan Ning has lost enough close comrades in his lifetime to understand grief. First Zhou Yu, then Lu Meng. He's also experienced having them alive again. So maybe he's not the best for comfort and platitudes]
...that sucks, man. I know how it is. One minute you're hangin' out, havin' a drink, next minute he's...
[laying on the ground with an arrow in his neck? Coughing up blood and sprawled on the floor of the tent? Laid out on the funeral bed all in white?]
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...that sucks, man. I know how it is. One minute you're hangin' out, havin' a drink, next minute he's...
[laying on the ground with an arrow in his neck? Coughing up blood and sprawled on the floor of the tent? Laid out on the funeral bed all in white?]