[Rean looks up at Crow tiredly. The drugs aren't kicking in yet, soon, but there's a red tinge to his normally soft pink eyes. His breathing is kind of shallow. But there's nothing about him that seems threatening.]
No.
[It's quiet and sad. He's aware right now, and when he's only in mild extreme pain, which is often these last few days, he has time to think. His body is doing things he can't control, control has been wrenched from him, daily, but he won't give up on Crow. Not as long as he's aware of himself.
The problem is the stretches of time he's not aware of himself.]
I...
[He can feel it starting already, creeping into his head, numbing and shrouding the pain and his sense of who he is.]
I'll remember you. No matter what. So at some point I'll drag you back...
[His eyes start to dilate, the pain dulls. He's not sure why he was upset.]
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No.
[It's quiet and sad. He's aware right now, and when he's only in mild extreme pain, which is often these last few days, he has time to think. His body is doing things he can't control, control has been wrenched from him, daily, but he won't give up on Crow. Not as long as he's aware of himself.
The problem is the stretches of time he's not aware of himself.]
I...
[He can feel it starting already, creeping into his head, numbing and shrouding the pain and his sense of who he is.]
I'll remember you. No matter what. So at some point I'll drag you back...
[His eyes start to dilate, the pain dulls. He's not sure why he was upset.]
....