[ Hearing that resounding silence from both trolls, Maletskin begins to grow uneasy. He tries to pound a tiny fist against Equius' arm. ]
Hey. Hey! I asked a question, you oversized sack of....
[ He trails off. Words? There's words in his head? Is that Cherkesov, or Nikolai, or -- no, that's not even fucking English. Or any other language that Maletski might recognize.
He has just enough time to turn outraged eyes upon Sollux again before he blacks out. The multitude of colors in his eyes swirls away and leaves only a dull, blank white. His eyes do not close, but underneath Equius' grip, Nikolai's body finally goes limp and lifeless. ]
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Hey. Hey! I asked a question, you oversized sack of....
[ He trails off. Words? There's words in his head? Is that Cherkesov, or Nikolai, or -- no, that's not even fucking English. Or any other language that Maletski might recognize.
He has just enough time to turn outraged eyes upon Sollux again before he blacks out. The multitude of colors in his eyes swirls away and leaves only a dull, blank white. His eyes do not close, but underneath Equius' grip, Nikolai's body finally goes limp and lifeless. ]