.....There is a muffled noise that might be a sob.
I-it's pretty bad. Zelos voice is shaking His...one of his legs...was heavily damaged. A-and an arm....ribs....oh Martel his lungs-Another muffled sob.
Oh Martel I can't I couldn't oh Martel I couldn't heal him. Anguish laces Zelos voice.
The coordinates were of a fountain, only a few feet from Rosalie's clinc. (BECAUSE I CAN.) Zelos did not know that, but he had only gone where his feet had taken him, numb and worried and angry. He had ended up walking halfway across the city before replying to Hawke's journal.
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Late evening After Return post [Voice]
Date: 2009-06-14 12:44 am (UTC)I-it's pretty bad. Zelos voice is shaking His...one of his legs...was heavily damaged. A-and an arm....ribs....oh Martel his lungs-Another muffled sob.
Oh Martel I can't I couldn't oh Martel I couldn't heal him. Anguish laces Zelos voice.
The coordinates were of a fountain, only a few feet from Rosalie's clinc. (BECAUSE I CAN.) Zelos did not know that, but he had only gone where his feet had taken him, numb and worried and angry. He had ended up walking halfway across the city before replying to Hawke's journal.