[ Gravely injured? Gods, his head hasn't even been forcibly detached from his body yet -- oh, his arms. And the rest of him, too. Bariyan quickly looks back down at his injuries, at the bandages, and a flicker of rationality comes to light. Yes. This man is trying to help -- he shouldn't be yelling at Koltira --
But his thought process stops there. Too much. Too much now settling in all at once, like a weight dropping through his throat, stopping up all further speech. Too much that doesn't make sense, too much that he doesn't know. Bariyan's shoulders sag, and all the tension drains out of him.
He can't even focus on this moment. He can't focus on anything. So Bariyan says nothing, lowers his head and stares at the ground instead. Even that is bewildering to him. ]
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But his thought process stops there. Too much. Too much now settling in all at once, like a weight dropping through his throat, stopping up all further speech. Too much that doesn't make sense, too much that he doesn't know. Bariyan's shoulders sag, and all the tension drains out of him.
He can't even focus on this moment. He can't focus on anything. So Bariyan says nothing, lowers his head and stares at the ground instead. Even that is bewildering to him. ]