He knew, of course, with a clarity born of pure adrenaline and madness what was coming. And that he could not stop it. He thrashed, but McCoy's miracle only went so far--walking and talking hadn't restored him to anything like fighting trim, and his frame was nearly unrecognizable as the man he used to be. It was pitifully easy to keep him down, even with the borrowed strength of his animal panic.
Anything but this.
He had been content, moments ago, to be alive. To have survived this. His thoughts had not moved far beyond simple revenge. And now, suddenly, there were so much worse things than dying.
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Date: 2010-01-20 11:51 pm (UTC)Anything but this.
He had been content, moments ago, to be alive. To have survived this. His thoughts had not moved far beyond simple revenge. And now, suddenly, there were so much worse things than dying.
"Kill me."
Not begging. But close.