[His breath is coming in ragged slow gasps, blood splattering out of his mouth with every shudder of it. If Kano can feel his heart, it's slowing down, an occasional hitch every few beats. After a moment, he stops breathing altogether. Death is perhaps a freedom in its own way.]
[ Toki passes away and everything hits Kano all at once— overwhelming pain, overwhelming grief, sorrows and regrets and anger and shame and
he's screaming, he thinks, but he can't hear it. He thinks those are footsteps making the ground rumble beneath his knees, and there's the fleeting thought that he hopes it's the guards. There's the sight of the ground pitching forward— him pitching forward onto the ground. Darkness.
The guards take the two of them away. Surely... Hieke is not the only person in the school capable of revival magic. ]
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he's screaming, he thinks, but he can't hear it. He thinks those are footsteps making the ground rumble beneath his knees, and there's the fleeting thought that he hopes it's the guards. There's the sight of the ground pitching forward— him pitching forward onto the ground. Darkness.
The guards take the two of them away. Surely... Hieke is not the only person in the school capable of revival magic. ]