[ The pain is terrible. He feels the cut of Gilgamesh's sword as keenly as the celaeno did; more so, even. As its body collapses around him, he crumples to the floor, coughing blood. His vision swims with agony, and his fingers curl against the cold marble as he breathes, ragged and shallow. The air is thick, and it hurts to feel it in his burning chest. Light, he wants to pass out.
But he doesn't. He doesn't even scream. He's suffered like this before, endured pain of this caliber and worse. Blood runs in rivulets down his arms, from his bottom lip; his limbs feel ready to give way. But he won't fall here. He won't fall anywhere. ]
The Light is my strength. Through its grace, I am renewed. Through its glory, I am reborn.
[ He spits out the incantation in halting tones, his deep voice rough, fractured. But he manages. A circle of restorative power appears beneath him, glowing brighter and brighter as he talks. Once he's got the last word out, the circle releases; the power flows over him, soothing his pain, mending his wounds.
He clutches at his chest, gasping as his airways clear.
Maybe Gilgamesh won't look at him. But Adra does look, and speaks with a tired--but firm--voice. ]
Thank you.
[ And, despite all that, his hands are still aglow with holy power. He glances at Saber as she gets to her feet. ]
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But he doesn't. He doesn't even scream. He's suffered like this before, endured pain of this caliber and worse. Blood runs in rivulets down his arms, from his bottom lip; his limbs feel ready to give way. But he won't fall here. He won't fall anywhere. ]
The Light is my strength. Through its grace, I am renewed. Through its glory, I am reborn.
[ He spits out the incantation in halting tones, his deep voice rough, fractured. But he manages. A circle of restorative power appears beneath him, glowing brighter and brighter as he talks. Once he's got the last word out, the circle releases; the power flows over him, soothing his pain, mending his wounds.
He clutches at his chest, gasping as his airways clear.
Maybe Gilgamesh won't look at him. But Adra does look, and speaks with a tired--but firm--voice. ]
Thank you.
[ And, despite all that, his hands are still aglow with holy power. He glances at Saber as she gets to her feet. ]
Come here, and I'll heal you two as well.