[His turn, was it? Even after the episode that had reduced him to a figure folded against Vincent for support? Well, Kit wasn't about to argue. He'd intended to be the 'human sacrifice' all along.
With a nod and a smile that suggested he would be quite alright come what may, he sat up a little straighter and looked down into the wisps of smoke still trailing up in silvery tendrils from the ashes of the paper. Whether or not he believed it would work, he needed to feed this moment with positive energy. He took a breath and, emptying himself of partial opinions, he began to speak...]
I have reason to suspectβ
[...and that was as far as he'd gotten before the pain returned, and with it the monstrous presence of an oblivion just waiting to seize them both. It was as if the very thing had taken hold of his heart this time, and he felt it jump painfully within his chest, such that the whites of his eyes bulged and his mouth worked silently for a moment.
Was this it? Was this how he'd die?
How miserable. He had so much more fight in him than this. Had survived much worse than some invisible ailment and...biting down sharply on the inside of his cheek, he snapped himself out of his shock so that he could continue.]
βthis thing...! [Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.] It may be after our souls!
[In his vision it had been a human who had claimed one, but that was no memory of Kit's, no experience he'd ever lived through. That it felt so real could only mean that it was a warning of some kind. Being reckless would cost them the most valuable thing to anything living: its essence.]
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With a nod and a smile that suggested he would be quite alright come what may, he sat up a little straighter and looked down into the wisps of smoke still trailing up in silvery tendrils from the ashes of the paper. Whether or not he believed it would work, he needed to feed this moment with positive energy. He took a breath and, emptying himself of partial opinions, he began to speak...]
I have reason to suspectβ
[...and that was as far as he'd gotten before the pain returned, and with it the monstrous presence of an oblivion just waiting to seize them both. It was as if the very thing had taken hold of his heart this time, and he felt it jump painfully within his chest, such that the whites of his eyes bulged and his mouth worked silently for a moment.
Was this it? Was this how he'd die?
How miserable. He had so much more fight in him than this. Had survived much worse than some invisible ailment and...biting down sharply on the inside of his cheek, he snapped himself out of his shock so that he could continue.]
βthis thing...! [Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.] It may be after our souls!
[In his vision it had been a human who had claimed one, but that was no memory of Kit's, no experience he'd ever lived through. That it felt so real could only mean that it was a warning of some kind. Being reckless would cost them the most valuable thing to anything living: its essence.]