[At first, Lalli simply shakes his head. The words don't come out; he can barely believe he'd ever uttered them before now. The very idea seems impossible.
Eventually, though, he manages.]
Your neck.
[And that's all he can. Something in the back of his mind insists he should think about this, sort it out, but it's drowned out in his mounting panic. It's all that needs to be said, truly.
It's the helplessness. When Tuuri was bitten, when Onni was stricken with the same inevitability. There's nothing Lalli can do, except wait for them to succumb.
And then he will be alone, like he's always been, in truth. He failed Tuuri, he failed Onni, where will he stop?]
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Eventually, though, he manages.]
Your neck.
[And that's all he can. Something in the back of his mind insists he should think about this, sort it out, but it's drowned out in his mounting panic. It's all that needs to be said, truly.
It's the helplessness. When Tuuri was bitten, when Onni was stricken with the same inevitability. There's nothing Lalli can do, except wait for them to succumb.
And then he will be alone, like he's always been, in truth. He failed Tuuri, he failed Onni, where will he stop?]