[Koltira catches Bariyan's eye, and sees the question there--the uncertainty. That, more than anything else, makes his gut curdle. He struggles to his feet, even as more pain shoots up his arms and legs. Misery falls over him like a drape.
He doesn't want to leave Bariyan in such a state, but the man doesn't seem that worried about his own condition. He seems focused on Koltira, on what he might do next.
Clutching his chest as he feels the discordant voices inside him start to rise in volume, Koltira turns away.]
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He doesn't want to leave Bariyan in such a state, but the man doesn't seem that worried about his own condition. He seems focused on Koltira, on what he might do next.
Clutching his chest as he feels the discordant voices inside him start to rise in volume, Koltira turns away.]
... I will leave you, then.