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2/6/2016 1:04:26 AM
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"I'm... I'm sorry Tara. Mute may die, Roger may be a hallucination, but I'm still here.. And I always will be."
[b]he holds his hand out, to help her up[/b]
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"I...I just need sleep. Stay off your legs, they still need to mend."
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"Nope..." [b]he picks her up, and in some miracle of strength, manages to get around two or three meters down the hall, before falling flat on his face, even then he continues to drag himself along the floor[/b]
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She presses a button on the wall and a mechanism brings them to beds.
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Modificato da Cosmic: 2/6/2016 9:11:14 PM[b]he tugs himself along the floor, eventually onto a bed[/b]
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"Now sleep, when we wake up, everything will be alright.
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"Fine..." [b]he climbs up onto the bed with some struggle and lays down, silently weeping to himself without sobbing as not to draw Tara's attention [/b]
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"I can feel that Wheatley. He could survive."
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"He won't... I won't... No one will..."
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She goes silent.
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"And the new empire must be built apon the corpses of the weak, the feeble... The humans. Those who once hunted us will bow before our wrath, begging for their lives in the most puny sense, only to be met with the same cold, unforgiving embrace that is the vacuum or the cold edge of a blade..." [b]he is clearly delirious, deep into a dream, enduced by serious sleep deprivation[/b]
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She is already asleep.
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[b]he continued to rant to himself for several hours before blacking out from pure exhaustion[/b]
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When she awakes she goes to the cockpit and talks with Roger.
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[b]he awakens and walks over, shaken[/b]
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He hears them. R: "You can't wait, you know what is coming." T: "We can, just a little longer!"
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[b]john walks through a portal, severely mutilated, gives a small laugh, like his father did before him, falls foreward onto his face... And begins to die [/b]
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Tara rushes over to him and is able to get him on a bed with Roger's help. She begins to heal his wounds but her magic is still weak from earlier.
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[b]he heals, but definetly not fast enough to save him[/b] "I've.. I've failed y-you..."
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"No. Don't say that." She gives it her all but soon begins shaking.
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[b]he forces her to stop healing him, remaining silent and smiling the whole time.[/b]
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"No! I can do it!"
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"N-no you can't tara... Even if you can, it would cause you great harm.. I-it's okay." [b]his body clings to life, his breathing labored and his hearts beat with great haste, yet he just keeps... Smiling.[/b]
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"I don't care!" She creates a knife and cuts her hand. She collects the blood and enchants it with special magic before pouring it into one of his wounds.
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[b]it heals him greatly... Exept he probably has some kind of bloodborne disease now xD[/b] "NO!l" [b]he jumps up and. Smacks the knife out of her hand[/b]
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She nearly faints from the strain but smiles. "There, that's all I've got."
