"Leatht...? I've never.... met you. You don't owe me shit."
Did Helmsman make friends with her too? He was tired of wading through past-future-him's stuff.
"Jutht.... want to lie here.... think about all my.... terrible life dethithionth—Don't cull me," he suddenly wheezed, almost panicking again. She was a highblood. The expected thing for her to do would be to cull him. "It hurtth.... but I want to think. Tho many.... tho many die thudden, and their ghothtth never at peathe.... Need to thort my shit...."
He would know. He saw visions of people dying all the time back home. The cold snow burned, but after a while he had begun to lose feeling in his limbs as well as his blood. Astonishing. He didn't even know he had that much in him.
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Did Helmsman make friends with her too? He was tired of wading through past-future-him's stuff.
"Jutht.... want to lie here.... think about all my.... terrible life dethithionth—Don't cull me," he suddenly wheezed, almost panicking again. She was a highblood. The expected thing for her to do would be to cull him. "It hurtth.... but I want to think. Tho many.... tho many die thudden, and their ghothtth never at peathe.... Need to thort my shit...."
He would know. He saw visions of people dying all the time back home. The cold snow burned, but after a while he had begun to lose feeling in his limbs as well as his blood. Astonishing. He didn't even know he had that much in him.