[ His reaction is slow and delayed. But he feels it, a tug on something that he might call a soul, a sensation much like the one he'd felt on that day he'd gone to Koltira with his body falling apart into bits.
But worse, the more Koltira pulls and unravels. So much worse.
The flesh and skin of Bariyan's throat has already been weakened by Koltira's grip, slashed by the claws of his gauntlet. It all gives way easily as Koltira starts to pull the stitches out. Bariyan swears -- again, just a strangled noise -- hands clawing at the ground, nails briefly scraping across his own viscera until he finds just enough in him to raise one hand to his throat to grasp at Koltira's. But he misses, and he entangles stiff fingers in the string instead.
There Bariyan stills, teeth clenched tight, eyes still shut. Perhaps he should just give in, he thinks. After all, he'd brought this upon himself. By coming here. By merely existing. ]
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But worse, the more Koltira pulls and unravels. So much worse.
The flesh and skin of Bariyan's throat has already been weakened by Koltira's grip, slashed by the claws of his gauntlet. It all gives way easily as Koltira starts to pull the stitches out. Bariyan swears -- again, just a strangled noise -- hands clawing at the ground, nails briefly scraping across his own viscera until he finds just enough in him to raise one hand to his throat to grasp at Koltira's. But he misses, and he entangles stiff fingers in the string instead.
There Bariyan stills, teeth clenched tight, eyes still shut. Perhaps he should just give in, he thinks. After all, he'd brought this upon himself. By coming here. By merely existing. ]