[Lucas smiles wanly when Silence comes to the door, in an effort to convey some measure of strength. ...He wonders, momentarily, how terrible he looks to inspire such an expression of alarm on the face of his 'father'. Perhaps he had turned bright purple.
Lucas doesn't resist being carried - He couldn't, honestly, the only real movement he could manage now were what amounted to uncoordinated muscle spasms. Whatever kind of poison this was, it was slowly shutting down his motor processes. He'll whisper a few words.]
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Lucas doesn't resist being carried - He couldn't, honestly, the only real movement he could manage now were what amounted to uncoordinated muscle spasms. Whatever kind of poison this was, it was slowly shutting down his motor processes. He'll whisper a few words.]
My turn... Sorry...