He leaned against a wall, confused, his ears wilting, his eyes unfocused. He felt so weak, but so hungry. Everyone in the room looked delicious to him, and he could not concentrate, could not find it within himself to even care that there was such an imminent threat in the center of the room.
He might have whimpered to himself, if he had not bitten his tongue so hard against it. He was determined to stand strong, and to not succumb.
He began to slide down the wall, suddenly feeling too heavy for his legs to support himself. He sat, his knees up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. His eyelids began to close.
And suddenly,
he was there. He could sense him, perhaps even still smell that faint scent of his own dorm room that lingered on the other boil. His eyes opened, and he gave Jove a small, lopsided smile. "Am sorry for being angry before. Vas not good of me." he apologized, feeling that this might be his last words before he dissipated and left his friend behind.
But then, something miraculous, something he did not ask for but could not protest against. Jove was...feeding him, somehow. Something to slacken the terrible hunger that ached within, if only just a little. Mathias's ears perked, his eyes brightened slightly, and he was finally able to focus, though all he could see was the pale blue of his friend, which he leaned towards, giving him a light head bump against his shoulder.
"Thank you. Are better then am deserving, Jove. Ah...vut are ve to be doing now?" He asked, finally seeing beyond the other boil, to the shadow that stood beyond....that was now a man with a staff. One that was asking for a sacrifice.
Mathias might have grabbed for Jove and muttered.
"Nein." in his ear.
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