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[About an hour after this]
The cracking of bones as they reset into place can't have been a pleasant sound. Neither could the sight of Methos' twisted and broken body slowly untwisting itself back into something that looks like it could be alive.
It takes quite a while, this semblance of death and the slow meanderings from it. No Magog larvae could have survived that long after such a complete death.
Finally, it's over, and Methos takes a shuddering gasp, jerking back to life.
In... his own bed?
The words that come out of his mouth are in a language already dying out when the first pyramids were being built in Egypt. Roughly translated, it's basically, "What the hemorraging fuck?!"
The cracking of bones as they reset into place can't have been a pleasant sound. Neither could the sight of Methos' twisted and broken body slowly untwisting itself back into something that looks like it could be alive.
It takes quite a while, this semblance of death and the slow meanderings from it. No Magog larvae could have survived that long after such a complete death.
Finally, it's over, and Methos takes a shuddering gasp, jerking back to life.
In... his own bed?
The words that come out of his mouth are in a language already dying out when the first pyramids were being built in Egypt. Roughly translated, it's basically, "What the hemorraging fuck?!"