[Thank God it's getting to a point where Santana can take the lead, because Stephen is barely holding on to it. He's able to lead her to where she can get the lead, at least, which is...something.]
I...[Breath. Another one, clearly trying to keep steady.] I think so. I think Mephisto- I think he took the rest.
[...how close did they get to Mephisto not being able to shield him in time?
How close did he get to dying.
It's a good thing he's sitting, now, because something seems to hit him, and- he doesn't faint, but he leans forwards, head pressing against the edge of the counter, and goes silent. If not for the occasional flex of his hands, which are clawed from the pain, one might think he had passed out.
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I...[Breath. Another one, clearly trying to keep steady.] I think so. I think Mephisto- I think he took the rest.
[...how close did they get to Mephisto not being able to shield him in time?
How close did he get to dying.
It's a good thing he's sitting, now, because something seems to hit him, and- he doesn't faint, but he leans forwards, head pressing against the edge of the counter, and goes silent. If not for the occasional flex of his hands, which are clawed from the pain, one might think he had passed out.
He kind of wants to, honestly.]