[ A bare foot kicks and rolls him over, still coated with mud. Waver is half-sanken into the pool of blackness. Everything overhead is probably blurry to Waver, vague blots of color and light that slowly sharpen back into focus. His throat will feel like its burning, and his clothes too feel strange.
After a pause; ]
...—You're not dead. [ There's an edge of frustration and confusion to those words.
Whatever just happened soul badtouching, this is clearly not the end result that Avenger was aiming for. ]
it is a mystery
After a pause; ]
...—You're not dead. [ There's an edge of frustration and confusion to those words.
Whatever just happened
soul badtouching, this is clearly not the end result that Avenger was aiming for. ]