[His assent is barely audible, a soft sound as he finds himself drifting in and out of consciousness. Somewhere, in some deep recess of his mind or perhaps even his soul, that feeling of having given his all, to hell with the odds, is familiar to Kit. Even finding himself in a pitiful state seems bizarrely appropriate.
And, if he's being honest with himself, it is equally satisfying.
He had no regrets.]
That speaks well...
[...of this encounter is what he'd meant to say, but the words trail off with the dim understanding that Vincent's head is a lot harder than the concrete floor.]
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[His assent is barely audible, a soft sound as he finds himself drifting in and out of consciousness. Somewhere, in some deep recess of his mind or perhaps even his soul, that feeling of having given his all, to hell with the odds, is familiar to Kit. Even finding himself in a pitiful state seems bizarrely appropriate.
And, if he's being honest with himself, it is equally satisfying.
He had no regrets.]
That speaks well...
[...of this encounter is what he'd meant to say, but the words trail off with the dim understanding that Vincent's head is a lot harder than the concrete floor.]