[ bariyan glances down at the runeblade, then back up at koltira. he tries to imagine what it must be like but he cannot. he can see the effects of it well enough, though, in the lines of koltira's stance, drawn tense, drawn to the point of snapping.
then he looks down at himself. how much of a beating can this body bear? once he'd managed to keep himself up and running after someone had blown a hole straight through him, but that runeblade of koltira's looked like it could cleave bariyan straight through.
could he die again?
no. he'd already gone through that. what other death was even left to him?
he makes a fist with his right hand, thumps it gently against koltira's chest. a gesture he has not made in a long time. and he finally answers. ]
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then he looks down at himself. how much of a beating can this body bear? once he'd managed to keep himself up and running after someone had blown a hole straight through him, but that runeblade of koltira's looked like it could cleave bariyan straight through.
could he die again?
no. he'd already gone through that. what other death was even left to him?
he makes a fist with his right hand, thumps it gently against koltira's chest. a gesture he has not made in a long time. and he finally answers. ]
Then don't.