[no breath. fluid instead, sloshing around, pushing against his ribs. a heavy weight, a tearing point and a voice. familiar. warm. and in so much pain.
his eyes closed and he felt something under his hand, the sensation barely there against something else. his ears hurt but all he could hear was a voice.
you must be tired of this pointless slaughter, Sho. Let's end this.]
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his eyes closed and he felt something under his hand, the sensation barely there against something else. his ears hurt but all he could hear was a voice.
you must be tired of this pointless slaughter, Sho. Let's end this.]