[ Fingers glow again, reach for him, but ultimately rest among the soft grasses by Owen's lap. ]
—stay...with me.
[ His voice is a whisper. He stares at the spot where Fandaniel—no, Amon, was it?—lay not moments before, but no matter how many times he blinks, he doesn't come back.
He's gone.
Once again, he...
...
Hector sits there, unmoving. Only staring. Just staring. ]
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[ Fingers glow again, reach for him, but ultimately rest among the soft grasses by Owen's lap. ]
—stay...with me.
[ His voice is a whisper. He stares at the spot where Fandaniel—no, Amon, was it?—lay not moments before, but no matter how many times he blinks, he doesn't come back.
He's gone.
Once again, he...
...
Hector sits there, unmoving. Only staring. Just staring. ]