[ Bariyan stops trying to talk. He does shift the hand on Koltira's shoulder off, to lay against Koltira's jaw instead -- stop. Stop looking. The most help Bariyan needs is a needle and thread.
He forces himself up, off the support of Koltira's arms, and winces as he's forced to fully face the mess of gore that he's sitting in. All right, then. Needle, thread, and a knife to trim off his entrails. He has no desire to walk around with a couple feet of intestine dragging along after him.
No matter. Bariyan turns his gaze upon Koltira. He's changed, again. That terrible, uninhibited sadism has all but vanished.
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He forces himself up, off the support of Koltira's arms, and winces as he's forced to fully face the mess of gore that he's sitting in. All right, then. Needle, thread, and a knife to trim off his entrails. He has no desire to walk around with a couple feet of intestine dragging along after him.
No matter. Bariyan turns his gaze upon Koltira. He's changed, again. That terrible, uninhibited sadism has all but vanished.
But for how long? ]