[ Somehow, it hurts even more coming out than it did going on. With a strangled noise, Alphinaud can do little more than collapse to the floor, body trembling as he gasps for air. His little spot is getting... messy. ]
There—there is no one here... to save...
[ Twelve above, he's really going to die again, isn't he. ]
Estinien has nothing more to say—not when Alphinaud is caught in the iron grip of his death throes. Instead, he kneels down and pulls Alphinaud's head back by the hair, then uses his other hand to gouge out an eye before Alphinaud succumbs to the fatal wound.
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There—there is no one here... to save...
[ Twelve above, he's really going to die again, isn't he. ]
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Estinien has nothing more to say—not when Alphinaud is caught in the iron grip of his death throes. Instead, he kneels down and pulls Alphinaud's head back by the hair, then uses his other hand to gouge out an eye before Alphinaud succumbs to the fatal wound.
Alphinaud Leveilleur is dead.
But it is not yet the end.]