BADddddddd
[Nia's frame gives a twitch as Ikenna retreats from him. Why? Why won't he let him near him? In spite of his retreat, he's still watching him with those eyes--pained, but so loving and honest.
As Ikenna speaks, the world again begins to outright spin for Nia. It might be his words--love?--or just the effects of smoke inhalation. Either way, it takes him a moment to recover.]
Ikenna, hey, listen-- [he begins, only to be cut off by the man's continued musings. The sprite follows Ikenna's gaze, settling on the syringe held in his hand. How had he not noticed that? How had he not seen...
... No. No. That... that wasn't... Durth had told him about this, he'd outright bragged about it, that bastard. And now.]
Ikenna. Ikenna, please. Whatever's happened--whatever it is, this... this won't solve it. [he says, his voice breathless. He takes a step toward his most precious friend, his wide eyes gleaming with unshed tears.] Durth was wrong. He's wrong. Ikenna.....