now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
Well, it’s lovely to see Danta appear above him like a hero (despite knowing he’d hate to be considered such), and it breathes a bit of relief into his bones as Flora finishes off the tree and he’s pretty sure he can feel his heartbeat everywhere. As the Doubletake approaches, Astaroth shifts back into himself, looking quite incredibly worse for wear, blood dripping from the corners of his lips, a small amount dripping from his nostrils.
“Bad.” He croaks out before he coughs, both due to the pain and blood he feels coming up from everywhere, alongside the toxic air that blooms around them all. “Fuck,” he starts to say, reaching immediately for the Maverick to help him up. And maybe at the same time Flora can heal him, if time allots for it in the span of time from the void encroaching on them.
“Bad.” He croaks out before he coughs, both due to the pain and blood he feels coming up from everywhere, alongside the toxic air that blooms around them all. “Fuck,” he starts to say, reaching immediately for the Maverick to help him up. And maybe at the same time Flora can heal him, if time allots for it in the span of time from the void encroaching on them.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
