Re: Bill and Charlie
He was losing consciousness fast, but the sound of Charlie's voice echoed from far away. "Couldn't let- Victoire- Had to keep him, not seeing," he murmured incoherently, his voice weak and faint, groans punctuating his words.
"At least it wasn't- A knife is better than his blasted nails," he groaned, trying to keep awake. "It hurts, but the scars will be prettier," he tried to joke.