Fourteen Turns Of The Rack [Video]

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[The feed turns on to show almost complete darkness, the only view being shown by the light of the tablet. Zevran's face can be seen, blood speckling it and streaks caking through his normally light hair. There are bruises all along the skin which can be seen and there is a disturbing lump in his shoulder that shows some things may be out of

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[Action] I HOPE YOU WERE PREPARED FOR SOME TEAL DEER.

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[Starwind, at the very least, has managed to drag himself into a sitting position--either the pain has faded or he's simply adjusting to it, though more likely the latter. He's also erected a pathetically weak shield around his mind, so at leas the thoughts of others are abated for now, but he is shaking under the strain of keeping it up against the onslaught without center and he doesn't have the energy or attention to spare finding it again.

He moves slowly--it still hurts, after all--but eventually reaches through the bars of his own cage. But even with his slight build and long arms, he only manages to brush the metal of the other cage with his fingertips. Everything, just out of reach.

At least he sounds somewhat clearer than he has recently when he speaks softly, something like sadness and regret in his voice, even if he can feel the thin shields of his mind starting to break.]

You should not have done that for me, ke'loshra.

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[That is a low-blow, but Starwind's grip, if anything, only gets tighter.]

Such is the life of a Mage. I do not fear death.

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[He will do whatever it takes to get the job done.]

I will not allow it.

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That was not the question.

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There was a question?

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No. There was not.

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Starwind, my friend, I do not feel like talking any more.

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Then do not speak.

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[He sighs but says nothing else.]

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I am here, shayana.

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Shayana?

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...Wingsib.

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[He does not say anything more but squeezes Starwind's hand.]

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[Starwind just closes his eyes and reaches out with his mind, establishing a subtle connection with Zevran's mind and Sending what strength he could spare. It isn't much, but it's everything he can still give.]

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Thank you, my friend.

[He notices the difference and smiles.]

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Always, shayana. Always.