Locus's fingers curl against him, and a softer man might have taken pity on him. Shown him some mercy. But there can be no softness now, not when he is so close. Instead, he leans over him, breaking all sight of the light beyond.
"Fight death back and tell it it has no power over you. It never will again. Fight, Agent York."
He remembers what it felt like, the agony, but it will pass. He will open his eyes to a new world, see it as though for the first time. Locus remains there, just above him, holding him in place before bloodied fingers reach to touch the side of his face. Skin to skin. A reminder.
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Locus's fingers curl against him, and a softer man might have taken pity on him. Shown him some mercy. But there can be no softness now, not when he is so close. Instead, he leans over him, breaking all sight of the light beyond.
"Fight death back and tell it it has no power over you. It never will again. Fight, Agent York."
He remembers what it felt like, the agony, but it will pass. He will open his eyes to a new world, see it as though for the first time. Locus remains there, just above him, holding him in place before bloodied fingers reach to touch the side of his face. Skin to skin. A reminder.
"I am with you."