[ He's remarkably quiet about the pain; it hurts. The sudden frantic fear, the shock that begins to set in -- it's all normal and natural. What isn't is the calm. The almost relaxed way he settles. ]
[ Any other way, and he could fight. Dodge, weave, loop. Hear the songs of his maestro and go into the dance. ]
[ But no. ]
[ No, he just gives an strangely relaxed sigh. ]
I'm very disappointed that it's you.
But to die... finally...
[ He exhaled again. ]
Finally.
[ He knows now that he can. That? Is like bliss. ]
no subject
[ Any other way, and he could fight. Dodge, weave, loop. Hear the songs of his maestro and go into the dance. ]
[ But no. ]
[ No, he just gives an strangely relaxed sigh. ]
I'm very disappointed that it's you.
But to die... finally...
[ He exhaled again. ]
Finally.
[ He knows now that he can. That? Is like bliss. ]