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[a_close_shave]

--This ended centuries ago...my chest is on fire...my -eyes...

Demons of hell--[violent coughing, followed by a sick splattering]--....have I returned to London...?...I cannot reach the window...

..only a piece of sky...Johanna...?

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[halfblooded_git]

It will all be over soon, my son.

The Lord comes for you now, as he does for each of us.

[a_close_shave]

The Lord...?

...Severus?

[halfblooded_git]

In all his infinite wisdom.

You may address me as Father Severus.

[a_close_shave]

[violent coughing]

...Oh, yes. Wisdom. Father Severus. [muttering] You won't feel so pious tomorrow morning...

[coughs again, wincing and laying back; weakly]
Come to comfort me at my bedside, Father..?