With his eyes elsewhere, he can't see the shade emerging from the shadows, more mist than human at this point. He can't see the last moment of hesitation as Algric considers the desiccated corpse in front of him. Wonders if the timing is right.
Hopes Tim and Jon have done enough.
No, Elias can't see any of that. But he can feel the blade plunge down into his chest, seeking his heart. He can feel the cold pressing in through the steel of what would normally be a fairly blunt kitchen knife, sharpening it to a razor point. And he can hear a voice often ignored, always underestimated: ]
Fuck off, Jonah Magnus.
[ As the knife twists and everything fades to nothing. ]
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With his eyes elsewhere, he can't see the shade emerging from the shadows, more mist than human at this point. He can't see the last moment of hesitation as Algric considers the desiccated corpse in front of him. Wonders if the timing is right.
Hopes Tim and Jon have done enough.
No, Elias can't see any of that. But he can feel the blade plunge down into his chest, seeking his heart. He can feel the cold pressing in through the steel of what would normally be a fairly blunt kitchen knife, sharpening it to a razor point. And he can hear a voice often ignored, always underestimated: ]
Fuck off, Jonah Magnus.
[ As the knife twists and everything fades to nothing. ]