That isn't right at all. An afterlife, if it exists, shouldn't be this for him. He's in pain, that part is fine, but the rest? It's too soft. Cozy. Comforting, with the scent of flowers in the air and he doesn't trust any of it for a moment.
The part of Aluard that is a doctor knows not to sit up. The rest of him, the part that is panicking, sits up anyway.
What follows is a sharp gasp of pain. It's more noise than he's made in the past few days combined, for after the confession, he fell so very silent.]
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That isn't right at all. An afterlife, if it exists, shouldn't be this for him. He's in pain, that part is fine, but the rest? It's too soft. Cozy. Comforting, with the scent of flowers in the air and he doesn't trust any of it for a moment.
The part of Aluard that is a doctor knows not to sit up. The rest of him, the part that is panicking, sits up anyway.
What follows is a sharp gasp of pain. It's more noise than he's made in the past few days combined, for after the confession, he fell so very silent.]