[ Rhys is on the ground by the time the symptoms start fading, and it's a little while before he can spit out more words. He's so weak. Everything's in pain. Nothing hurts more than the pain in Angel's messed-up voice. ]
Where?
[ Cough. ]
I don't want you gone -- [ The stress for the finality of it all. ] Angel, I-I don't even know what I'm gonna do without you.
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Where?
[ Cough. ]
I don't want you gone -- [ The stress for the finality of it all. ] Angel, I-I don't even know what I'm gonna do without you.