[Unfortunately, the sound of his voice simply echoes. There is no one left to answer him.
No one except maybe the young, blonde girl laying right near his feet. She doesn't know him -- not well enough to recognize him in this state, anyways -- but someone alive and well is always someone to reach for when you're dying. To pass on your message, to let them know what you died for.
Unfortunately, the wound in her side is gaping, and it keeps her from doing much other than coughing harshly]
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No one except maybe the young, blonde girl laying right near his feet. She doesn't know him -- not well enough to recognize him in this state, anyways -- but someone alive and well is always someone to reach for when you're dying. To pass on your message, to let them know what you died for.
Unfortunately, the wound in her side is gaping, and it keeps her from doing much other than coughing harshly]