[Relief washes over his expression. Finally... that one sentence is something he's been seeking for years through all his nonetheless unwavering loyalty.
Even not quite having all his faculties about him, as the green sparkles increase in number and his hand becomes less solid in "Belial's", he knows he's dying.]
Master... Please, if you've won...
["Stay with me." But even now, he can't get the words out.]
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Even not quite having all his faculties about him, as the green sparkles increase in number and his hand becomes less solid in "Belial's", he knows he's dying.]
Master... Please, if you've won...
["Stay with me." But even now, he can't get the words out.]