"I'm not -" his voice was faint, suddenly weak and slow, but firm. "going anywhere."
He couldn't die.
Well, no, that wasn't true. He could die, but he must not.
He reached up to grip Jack's arm with his unburned paw, and his grip was tight. You must not die. And he would not. Nico's magic was healing him faster than he could heal himself, with the unfortunate side effect that as he lifted out shock, he could feel his pain again without shock dulling it. He was too tired to do anything but shudder quietly at the agony.
He would not die. No one else would die, either. But this had been so much closer than he cared to think.
Those thoughts were for later. For now, he clung to Jack like the frost spirit was the only thing anchoring him to the Earth, his grip uncomfortably tight on Jack's arm as he rode out the healing.
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He couldn't die.
Well, no, that wasn't true. He could die, but he must not.
He reached up to grip Jack's arm with his unburned paw, and his grip was tight. You must not die. And he would not. Nico's magic was healing him faster than he could heal himself, with the unfortunate side effect that as he lifted out shock, he could feel his pain again without shock dulling it. He was too tired to do anything but shudder quietly at the agony.
He would not die. No one else would die, either. But this had been so much closer than he cared to think.
Those thoughts were for later. For now, he clung to Jack like the frost spirit was the only thing anchoring him to the Earth, his grip uncomfortably tight on Jack's arm as he rode out the healing.