|Brother (bamjeldrnicd) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2011-03-14 22:07:00
|Entry tags:||brother, morrigan, zevran arainai|
WHO: Brother and Morrigan
WHAT: Brother made a spirited attempt to kill Morrigan's mother. It did not take.
WHEN: Pretty much directly after this (the one-sided fight took place concurrently.)
WARNINGS: Violence and HEARTBREAK.
There was remarkably little pain, all things considered. He suspected that some of his bones were broken. He knew for a fact that he was bleeding, quite a lot. He'd tried to check where, but his body objected when he tried to move, and his eyes were swollen shut besides. There wasn't much he could do about it, anyway. Brother was, in many respects, quite intelligent. That said, whatever genius he had was limited mainly to technology. He didn't know a lot about medicine.
He did know, however, that he was dying.
Breathing took a lot of effort, but again, it didn't hurt. He didn't know that this was because the parts of his brain responsible for understanding pain were being overloaded by the signals his body were sending him. He couldn't feel the pain because everything was in pain.
Breathe, he reminded himself. There was a faint bubbling in the region of his throat as he exhaled.
Flemeth was tougher than he'd thought she would be. But what choice did he have? She would have killed Morrigan. Or worse. He tried to stand up again, the vague hope in the back of his mind that he could survive long enough to make it back to her. His leg wouldn't obey him. He wasn't aware that this was because the bone was sticking out of his leg, but even if he had been, he likely would have tried anyway.
A twinge of agony pierced through the veil when he tried to stand again, and he lay back. "Morrigan," he said, hoping the universe would will her into existence. "Morrigan... I am... sorry that I was not good enough for you."
Brother could feel his consciousness slipping away and, though it may have just been in what vestiges remained of his imagination, he could feel his heartbeat slow, then stop. The word, "Goodbye," formed unspoken on his lips.