He didn’t bother to try to squint past the darkness beyond the cool-light of the lamp. Instead, he let his head droop on his shoulder, completely over all of it. Perhaps if he ignored whoever it was they’d choose not to engage and instead leave. It was a fair enough gamble. So far engaging had proven to not work out for him, after all.
Maybe if he got lucky, the person would leave and he’d be able to curl up on the floor and catch some sleep. That was a promising thought even if the talk of killing him still rattled around in his brain like some urgent, if hazy, alarm. Only the knowledge that Faustite was being informed of his where-abouts was what kept him kicking at this point. That sliver of hope did a lot to fuel his tired soul.
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