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[ a quiet click, and the screen flickers on-- cesare is curled in his bedding, shuddering convulsively, teeth clenched around the hilt of a slender blade to muffle the pained sounds he's making and to keep himself from biting his tongue. his fingers are curled into claws in the sheets, nearly ripping the fabric as he tries to keep himself as still as possible. it goes on for several more minutes before whatever the fit is seems to slowly fade, allowing him to relax by increments against the sheets. at last, he spits the blade from between his teeth, pushing it away from himself with a weak, shaking hand. when he speaks, his voice is an exhausted, almost despairing mumble ]
Chiaro.. perché avete andato?
[ and even softer, almost inaudible: ]
.. La mia luce. La ho persa. ..Siete andato via.
[ he goes quiet, then, and after several minutes of silence, the screen goes dark again ]
[ ooc; again, exxie doesn't speak italian, so if it's butchered.. blame babelfish. (: ]
Chiaro.. perché avete andato?
[ and even softer, almost inaudible: ]
.. La mia luce. La ho persa. ..Siete andato via.
[ he goes quiet, then, and after several minutes of silence, the screen goes dark again ]
[ ooc; again, exxie doesn't speak italian, so if it's butchered.. blame babelfish. (: ]