He doesn’t want to hear this. Of course he wouldn’t; that deathbed promise forced on thirteen-year-old still lingers in the forefront of Crozier’s own mind. He understands why, but he doesn’t have a choice now. It’s important he knows; he may not get another chance.
“Raju, please,” he whispers, frustrated that he can’t even reach for him. He’s so, so ill, body sluggish and words forming slowly. If he falls asleep and doesn’t wake up again he won’t have been able to -
“Listen, please,” he pleads quietly. He has to keep talking, even if Raju doesn’t pay him any mind. “All that’s mine is yours. My clothes and my knife. My amulet, the one in my parka. The one Silna carved. My furs. All that’s mine.”
If he dies he’ll keep him warm still. It’s all that he can do.
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He doesn’t want to hear this. Of course he wouldn’t; that deathbed promise forced on thirteen-year-old still lingers in the forefront of Crozier’s own mind. He understands why, but he doesn’t have a choice now. It’s important he knows; he may not get another chance.
“Raju, please,” he whispers, frustrated that he can’t even reach for him. He’s so, so ill, body sluggish and words forming slowly. If he falls asleep and doesn’t wake up again he won’t have been able to -
“Listen, please,” he pleads quietly. He has to keep talking, even if Raju doesn’t pay him any mind. “All that’s mine is yours. My clothes and my knife. My amulet, the one in my parka. The one Silna carved. My furs. All that’s mine.”
If he dies he’ll keep him warm still. It’s all that he can do.