Azwel's lips move slightly as they're kissed, a gentle response, at least showing that he's still in there. His eyes slowly open after a few moments. They're terribly weary but lucid. The light on the device is dark--his mind is his own, again. Noticing his hand is being squeezed, he curls his fingers around Vash's hand.
He swallows slowly. Thickly. "I... think we've... beaten them," he whispers with a faint smile.
The machinery and computers offer no readily visible solutions. Azwel lies still, his breathing growing calm, and smiles vaguely, his fingers still curled around Vash's. He has precious little strength left, but he suspects if he slept he'd make Vash worry and fret.
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Date: 2019-05-27 12:19 pm (UTC)He swallows slowly. Thickly. "I... think we've... beaten them," he whispers with a faint smile.
The machinery and computers offer no readily visible solutions. Azwel lies still, his breathing growing calm, and smiles vaguely, his fingers still curled around Vash's. He has precious little strength left, but he suspects if he slept he'd make Vash worry and fret.