[ Here is compelling enough to twitch movement into his fingers, a hand slipping, stretching, reaching. ]
My heart, [ he says, slow over the words, accent thicker. Ravka manifest as his blood runs in streams out of this still-opened wound in his chest. ] I wanted a turn.
[ Wanted has the cadence of a private joke. ]
You?
[ Prompting, slotted between their minds as Nikolai's consciousness weaves closer, leaving space for an answer that Nikolai hopes is easy. Simple. Clean, without pain. ]
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My heart, [ he says, slow over the words, accent thicker. Ravka manifest as his blood runs in streams out of this still-opened wound in his chest. ] I wanted a turn.
[ Wanted has the cadence of a private joke. ]
You?
[ Prompting, slotted between their minds as Nikolai's consciousness weaves closer, leaving space for an answer that Nikolai hopes is easy. Simple. Clean, without pain. ]