[This wasn't the place for this conversation, not like this, not when he was in agony at the hands of his Maker. But he doesn't let go, even as he starts to feel weak.
Was he waking up?]
I want to stay but..
[He pulls away only enough to cup Edgin's face with his hands, holding his face where he can see it, where they can rest foreheads together.]
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Was he waking up?]
I want to stay but..
[He pulls away only enough to cup Edgin's face with his hands, holding his face where he can see it, where they can rest foreheads together.]
I'm sorry, I can't promise to.