mandalus :: the city of fates.

( Cut for descriptions of dying )

[Julian addresses the network with his voice. He can't text--between his fading vision and shaking hands it would be impossible. But he doesn't want anyone to see him, either.

His voice is as steady as he can make it.]

It's starting. We're running out of time.

[He manages to cough, it's thick and wet and hurts terribly to do so. He estimates no more than an hour before he's dead. Perhaps half that will be spent unconscious, but he'll hang on as long as possible.]

I'm sorry.

[For what, he's not sure--his mind can't focus easily, but he thinks he needs to apologize for something. Everything.]