[With a brief grunt of pain, Ben lifts a hand to his face to cover the cut—as shallow as it may be, that blade is still sharp and his guard is down in more than one way. But then something much worse happens, and the familiar green crystal catches his eye as it bounces off his chest to land in his lap.
It takes him half a second to realize what it means and the temperature in the room drops sharply along with the feeling in his chest.]
Armitage. Don't leave.
[He's pleading in earnest, now. He's already lost so much.]
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It takes him half a second to realize what it means and the temperature in the room drops sharply along with the feeling in his chest.]
Armitage. Don't leave.
[He's pleading in earnest, now. He's already lost so much.]