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[cw_underage]

[ he tilts his head, grip firm in his hair -- but he does guide him more towards the hospital bed in the room they're in, imagining he won't be able to stand much longer. ]

With you? Or in general?

[floriographys]

[He's not wrong. Nya can feel himself getting weak, and he is somewhat relieved when he's drawn to the bed, though he doesn't lay down.]

...With me, of course.

[cw_underage]

What do you imagine I would do ... ?

[floriographys]

...I don't know. Whatever you want.

I suppose... you wouldn't. Since I'll be... a mess.

[cw_underage]

My. What sort of tastes do you assume I have...?

[floriographys]

Just asking.

[Now he's kinda... ready to lay down. And so he tries to do that. If Moreau will let him.]

Curious, is all...

[cw_underage]

[ he will let him, and he remains sitting on the edge of the bed. ]

As we discussed before... I'll leave you here for now. Where it's likely you won't be found.

[floriographys]

[It's surprisingly peaceful, aside from the burning in his neck from the open wound. But now he doesn't really have the energy for more conversation, so he lies there and closes his eyes as if he were going to take a nap.

It's over not long after he falls silent, Nya finally dead.]