It was hard to believe it came out of him, the same slippery meat that was stuffed inside everyone else. He pulled off both of his gloves and took Florian’s hand in his bare palms. “Florian, this … this is a stupid way to die.” Florian struggled to speak, but there was blood in his mouth. Johann gripped his hand harder. “After all that, you can’t intend to actually die.” “Goddess … Johann … sh-sh.… shut up.…” Florian coughed up blood all over his chin, over his collar where mud had been streaked the night before.
