[ Now, like a dam beginning to crack and leak, the pain and exhaustion in his voice can't be hidden. The more time that passes, the more injuries get inflicted onto him, the more he bleeds and the less he's able to tolerate it. Even the brief stretches of time where Yzak is left alone in his cell aren't enough to rest. One can't really settle, much less sleep, in a pillory, after all. ]
You're usually ... on time ... when you've got somewhere to meet me.
Don't make this the first time you're not.
I'll allow a ... grace period, just this once. So ... hurry it up.
[ Yzak's voice comes low, now. Not quite the tone of someone given up (because that is one thing he'll never do until that final darkness overtakes him), but someone past that threshold of pain where the only thing they seem to have the strength to do is breathe, and even that sounds labored. Despite the attempt to keep his tone neutral and lucid, it's clear that it's taking nearly all of what little energy he has to not sound in dire straits, and he's failing miserably at even that. ]
To think ... I just gave you so much shit ... for nearly dying...
[ Is that short exhale just another result of his pain, or a wry huff at the irony of it all? ]
And now I'm not ... sure how this is ... going to end.
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We did what we could from here. Smashed as many of those skulls as possible in hopes that you were able to visually confirm our location.
I hope it was enough.
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You're usually ... on time ... when you've got somewhere to meet me.
Don't make this the first time you're not.
I'll allow a ... grace period, just this once. So ... hurry it up.
I'm waiting.
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To think ... I just gave you so much shit ... for nearly dying...
[ Is that short exhale just another result of his pain, or a wry huff at the irony of it all? ]
And now I'm not ... sure how this is ... going to end.
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not
givi
ng up
but if there's no
choice
i'm sorry