[ Semi-conscious, he catches a glimpse of a ghostly figure hovering near the priest. Her mouth moves, but he can't hear what she's saying above the loud thrum of his heart beating out a slow rhythm. Seconds tick by, and the figure disappears from one moment to the next.
It's... over...
His thoughts are sluggish. Even Kizu is quiet, curled over his heart; focused on the beating organ, ready to pounce if it dares to stop. His breathing keeps his muscles moving, providing warmth to his otherwise frozen chest. It's cold but growing warmer, his body acclimating to the warmer temperature of the artic freeze all around them.
He watches Allen stumble through the snow, too exhausted to lift his head, but he follows him with his eyes, lashes half-frozen; he can't even blink in response. The only sound comes from the short, shallow breaths keeping him conscious long enough to clear his fuzzy mind so he can activate his left side. ]
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It's... over...
His thoughts are sluggish. Even Kizu is quiet, curled over his heart; focused on the beating organ, ready to pounce if it dares to stop. His breathing keeps his muscles moving, providing warmth to his otherwise frozen chest. It's cold but growing warmer, his body acclimating to the warmer temperature of the artic freeze all around them.
He watches Allen stumble through the snow, too exhausted to lift his head, but he follows him with his eyes, lashes half-frozen; he can't even blink in response. The only sound comes from the short, shallow breaths keeping him conscious long enough to clear his fuzzy mind so he can activate his left side. ]