[ Who the fuck is Sten? He would probably dredge that name from memory easily before, but his head feels like soup.
Fuck. (Fuck.) He winces. The noises never stop, dull and then piercingly loud. ]
No. [ A scream. Why would it be a scream? Some part of him grows irrationally irked by the questions. He hasn't slept in days. Any longer, he might lose his mind. ] I don't know. It's fucking loud.
[ If there's more to add, he doesn't do so. Might've been more useful if Jaskier found him sooner. Before this. The altar. But most of the details he carefully noted are now lost beneath the way his entire body throbs. The open sores gape, lined with sharp teeth-like thorns.
When he closes his eyes, he's just tired. Fucking tired. But his form flickers, then vanishes altogether. ]
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Fuck. (Fuck.) He winces. The noises never stop, dull and then piercingly loud. ]
No. [ A scream. Why would it be a scream? Some part of him grows irrationally irked by the questions. He hasn't slept in days. Any longer, he might lose his mind. ] I don't know. It's fucking loud.
[ If there's more to add, he doesn't do so. Might've been more useful if Jaskier found him sooner. Before this. The altar. But most of the details he carefully noted are now lost beneath the way his entire body throbs. The open sores gape, lined with sharp teeth-like thorns.
When he closes his eyes, he's just tired. Fucking tired. But his form flickers, then vanishes altogether. ]