Legato hurts. Everything hurts, every muscle ached and his chest hurt most of all. It was almost like the first time, when he and Knives had died when it became clear just how bad the moss would continue to get. That time had been simple and clean and he'd died in Knives' arms, walked out of Terminus Tower hand in hand with his angel.
This time was not clean and simple and easy.
This time, he moved not of his own accord as he stepped out from the Tower and immediately collapsed to his knees. A hacking, gasping, cough ripped out of his chest and his limbs shook, nerves on fire for several seconds before the immediate pain started to fade.
As it turned out, being severely electrocuted hurt quite a lot. He's not sure which hurts worse, the nerves that are all screaming or the bone deep ache in his chest where the pole had impaled him. It all blurs together for the minute or so it takes for it to fade to a manageable level. When he stands, it's shaky and unsteady, but a moment of breathing eases it all enough that he can walk.
He has to get home. God, Knives, Astarion, Wolfwood, probably even Roberto and Badou, they're all going to be so upset with him. This time it wasn't even his fault, he'd tried to leave, he'd tried to run, but he wasn't quick enough. Useless.
His effort to find information to protect his small... family of sorts, had entirely backfired. Damn, damn, damn.
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