Wayne asked, "Why aren't you resting in your room? Doesn't your stomach hurt anymore? Should we call a doctor for you?"
Fake Raphael looked at his concerned son with a calm expression and responded smoothly, "No... It doesn't hurt anymore."
Wayne asked, "That's good to hear. Everyone has gathered in the hall. Should we head there now?"
Fake Raphael grunted in response.
Stomach ache? Raphael sure knows how to flake out at crucial moments...
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