**Brain (in a calm, calculating tone)**
Okay, everyone, gather up. We’re not in the best shape today.

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**Skin (dull and stretched thin)**
I’m feeling _stretched_. Everything's too loose. I keep tearing, and it’s not just me. The whole surface is under pressure. Can someone tighten this up?

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**Collagen (weak, a bit apologetic)**
I’m trying! But, as you know... I’m not as strong as I should be. My fibers are too elastic, too flexible. I can only hold on for so long before well, before things give way.

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**Skin (muttering)**
I’m not sure “trying” is cutting it today. My outer layers are like wet paper. Every slight movement pulls me too far. Stretch marks from here to there...

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**Heart (steady, though strained)**
Let’s focus, everyone. I’m still pumping. Steady. Steady. But we need to be careful, or I’ll strain myself.

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**Vessels (nervous, quivering slightly)**
The blood’s moving slower. Everything feels... loose. It's like we're moving through a house of cards. I can’t hold pressure the way I used to.

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**Brain (sharp, focused)**
What’s going on down there in the joints? It’s like they can’t hold anything in place anymore. Every time we move, it's like we're swimming through water. The stability’s all off.

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**Ligaments (feeling defeated)**
We’re... too weak, too fragile. I can’t stabilize the joints properly. Every time there’s a twist or a bend, I just slip. I feel like I’m made of rubber, not the strong stuff we need. It’s exhausting.

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**Muscles (strained, but trying to keep up)**
I’m giving everything I’ve got, but even with all my strength, I’m barely holding on. I feel like I’m constantly being asked to carry something way too heavy for me. And I know I'm not the only one feeling it.

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**Brain (turning slightly toward the DNA)**
Is there anything we can do? How long can we keep this up before the system just… breaks?

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**DNA (somber, echoing from deep within the cells)**
I’m doing everything I can, but I was never meant to handle this. The instructions are off. Mutations here and there, errors in the code that no one saw coming. The genes for strength… they didn’t work the way they should. I wasn’t designed to keep it together like this.

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**Bones (creaky, stiff)**
Yeah, no kidding. I feel... brittle. Like I could snap with the wrong move. I used to hold the frame together, but I’m starting to bend more than I used to. My density isn’t what it was.

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**Lungs (panting slightly)**
We’re not getting enough air. The effort to breathe... is getting worse. More pressure on the chest. I’m trying to oxygenate, but there's just not enough stability here to work properly. I can’t expand and contract the way I need to.

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**Brain (calm, trying to find solutions)**
We can manage. We have to. We’ve always found a way. We’ve been living with this for years. We just have to adjust to the constant strain.

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**Eyes (strained, blurry)**
Do we have any other choice? I can barely focus anymore. Everything’s blurry, even up close. It’s like trying to look through a fog... just shifting, unclear.

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**Brain (thoughtful, considering the long term)**
We’ve been dealing with these limitations our whole lives. Every day’s a new battle. But, we have one advantage We’re adaptable. We can learn to work with what we have.

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**Ligaments (nervous)**
Can we? I'm not sure I can hold on much longer. It’s taking a toll. I’m slipping more with each movement. The instability is too much for me to handle.

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**Heart (slow but strong)**
We’ve survived before. We’ve pulled through worse. Maybe we just need a little more time to figure out how to support each other better.

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**Brain (softly)**
Maybe. But we need to stop pushing too hard, too fast. We need to rest. It’s not about holding everything together all at once it’s about finding the rhythm, the balance that works.

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**Skin (quiet, but hopeful)**
It’d be nice if we could tighten things up, just a little. I feel like I’m on the edge of breaking all the time.

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**Collagen (weakly)**
I can’t promise miracles, but maybe, just maybe, we can find some ways to brace each other. I’ll do what I can.

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**Muscles (grim, but resolute)**
I’ll keep pushing. I won’t quit. Just… don't expect too much. Every movement is an effort now.

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**Brain (calm, calculating)**
We’ll pace ourselves. We’ve done it before. Together, we’ll figure it out. One step at a time.

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**Bones (creaky, but steady)**
I might be fragile, but I won’t break under the weight of all this.

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**Lungs (weak, but determined)**
We’ll adapt. Slowly, but surely. One breath at a time.

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**Ligaments (with a hint of hope)**
Maybe we’ll make it through today, at least. One day at a time. We have no choice.

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**Brain (final, focused)**
Exactly. We _survive, _every single one of us, working together, even when we feel like we can’t. We are more than the sum of our parts. And that’s how we’ll keep going.