[Stop. He can't mouth the words, but he wants Junhyeong to stop. Stop. Stop. With every blow, more words appear, jagged on Lavi's skin. Rynlan's -- There's nothing I want to get from it that'd be worth seeing you die and knowing I chose you for it. But he's dying now, isn't he?
I have to admit you were one of the better ones here. But he's barely worth it, right Ryo? Childe, holding up a glass. All of us here are a little self-centered, I'd say. I think you've earned the right to be, all things considered. Then can he die? He can get stabbed and hurt, but not like this -- not from a voice that isn't his shadow's, and instead is Junhyeong's, screaming at him. Telling him the words he doesn't want to hear the most,
What makes you say that? You don't think with a do-over, you could change something?]
I -- [and then the pincer lands, stinger slashing right through his abdomen, and he coughs -- gasping in pain. The serpent twists back into nothing, shadows draining to only form words on the floor. So you have to breathe, Lavi. Breathe with me. He can't breathe though. This won't be goodbye forever, just for now. But... It's alright, Lavi.
he lands on his hands and knees, moving his face away from the stage.
Scaramouche, quiet. You really are unlucky, aren't you? Well, of course. He's known that since forever.
Then, In the end, whatever's going inside of you is irrelevant, whether it's pain or numbness. Your actions are more important. A flicker of something runs through Lavi's veins, even as the rest of him winks out.]
This was -- really embarrassing, but... [...] Sorry, and thanks.
[It wasn't drawn out, and it's over. He can be grateful, he thinks, for all of it. He closes his eyes, and lets himself land on the stage.]
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I have to admit you were one of the better ones here. But he's barely worth it, right Ryo? Childe, holding up a glass. All of us here are a little self-centered, I'd say. I think you've earned the right to be, all things considered. Then can he die? He can get stabbed and hurt, but not like this -- not from a voice that isn't his shadow's, and instead is Junhyeong's, screaming at him. Telling him the words he doesn't want to hear the most,
The abrupt shove makes him lurch, the heat of the serpent sears across his skin the same time as Rosé's voice impales him in the arm.
What makes you say that? You don't think with a do-over, you could change something?]
I -- [and then the pincer lands, stinger slashing right through his abdomen, and he coughs -- gasping in pain. The serpent twists back into nothing, shadows draining to only form words on the floor. So you have to breathe, Lavi. Breathe with me. He can't breathe though. This won't be goodbye forever, just for now. But... It's alright, Lavi.
he lands on his hands and knees, moving his face away from the stage.
Scaramouche, quiet. You really are unlucky, aren't you? Well, of course. He's known that since forever.
Then, In the end, whatever's going inside of you is irrelevant, whether it's pain or numbness. Your actions are more important. A flicker of something runs through Lavi's veins, even as the rest of him winks out.]
This was -- really embarrassing, but... [...] Sorry, and thanks.
[It wasn't drawn out, and it's over. He can be grateful, he thinks, for all of it. He closes his eyes, and lets himself land on the stage.]