"Moloch? Stay with us." Merlin frowned and touched the man's shoulder, murmuring a few soft words and letting a bit of power flow into him. That would at least give him some more energy, help him fight against oblivion.
He suddenly felt a bit better. He opened his eyes in surprise to see the boy--Merlin--touching him. Oh. Right. Magic. Probably some crazed Spark wanting to keep him alive to experiment on. Well. At the moment, that was better than the alternative. Besides, he didn't think Agatha would let anyone keep him. She owed him that much, at least.