[Dimitri was still and pale but breathing. It's shallow and quiet. His lance discarded by the entranceway, Dimitri hadn't bothered to grab the dagger tucked in his boot. He'd known it was over. He'd simply crawled somewhere where he could die alone. For the moment, even the voices of the dead were silent. They were likely looking on with disdain, watching this wretched beast fail them for the last and final time.
He heard his name and, for a moment, he assumed it was his father, or Glenn, or his stepmother, yelling at him, berating him, but... no... there was concern in that voice.
He fights to open his eye and fails, only succeeding in stirring slightly and parting his lips in an attempt to take another breath.]
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He heard his name and, for a moment, he assumed it was his father, or Glenn, or his stepmother, yelling at him, berating him, but... no... there was concern in that voice.
He fights to open his eye and fails, only succeeding in stirring slightly and parting his lips in an attempt to take another breath.]