Knifed. It's not that bad, I didn't even feel it. [At first, due to the invulnerability magic kicking in about a second after the blade went into his back. Without that magic he's feeling it pretty hard now, but it's a very secondary concern to Sothe's condition to him. It's not that Dixon's feeling particularly self-destructive at the moment; it's just that he can barely even hold another thought together besides what's going to happen to this teenager he's been hauling around.
He watches her face instead of Sothe's when she reaches out, hoping to decipher some kind of hopeful message in her expression. What he gets instead is a wince, which is at best inscrutable and at worst a fatal prognosis.]
Can you fix him? Please. [As if it were a matter of kindness and not capacity. He knows it isn't, but he pleads anyway.] I did everything I can.
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He watches her face instead of Sothe's when she reaches out, hoping to decipher some kind of hopeful message in her expression. What he gets instead is a wince, which is at best inscrutable and at worst a fatal prognosis.]
Can you fix him? Please. [As if it were a matter of kindness and not capacity. He knows it isn't, but he pleads anyway.] I did everything I can.