[He hears a voice but the words are muffled to his ears, filtered through foggy senses and the screech of static in his head. The mess of shape and color that meets his eye doesn't make much sense to him either, but the bits and pieces he can comprehend come together to a conclusion.
Altius takes a labored breath. His tongue feels heavy and his lips barely cooperate but he has to speak—to talk to the young man who's been in his thoughts for so long.]
Ferran... why do you still help, after everything...
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Altius takes a labored breath. His tongue feels heavy and his lips barely cooperate but he has to speak—to talk to the young man who's been in his thoughts for so long.]
Ferran... why do you still help, after everything...