[Koltira's eyes widen in shock. What the hell is going on right now? He looks at the robe, twisting in the night wind, and then back at Ashraf, standing there expectantly. He looks away, his breath catching. It's too much. It's just too much.]
Don't-- [he stands up, every nerve screaming with pain, with irresistible demands. Orders he doesn't want to fulfill. He takes a slow, shaking step forward.] Do you revile me so much? Is that what this is?
[he clutches at his head, his gaze sliding back to Ashraf, and moans.] I--can't--run--
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Don't-- [he stands up, every nerve screaming with pain, with irresistible demands. Orders he doesn't want to fulfill. He takes a slow, shaking step forward.] Do you revile me so much? Is that what this is?
[he clutches at his head, his gaze sliding back to Ashraf, and moans.] I--can't--run--