[The pressure was gone, or so he thought. It was hard to tell what was going on, his head was light, his body weak, and his senses all but leaving him. Was the room always this dark? Why can't he hear the rain any more?
With every bit of strength he had left, he clung to Diva's frame. She can't leave him like this. It wasn't fair. All he knew is that she had taken something from him; some fire of his life, of which barely sparks remained. But she could not get away with it.] Give-- [He swallowed, his throat wet and sticky, even though the rest of him felt cold and dry.] Give it back...