[It takes a moment for him to rein in his breathing. A hard swallow of potion that he takes as though it were hard liquor and then he slams his head back so he can't look at it. Calm down, Ulric.
But it's hard to breathe around the pain and the settling realization that he's maybe not going to die. He's not entirely sure that's the better option right now. If he's pushed himself too far. If he's wrecked himself so thoroughly that he's not going to be able to keep fighting later then really what was the point?
He has to be able to keep moving and sitting here taking stock of his injuries is making it harder to believe that's a possibility. Especially when the only soothing voice he has belongs to the person that condemned him to this in the first place.]
If there's no fixing this... I'm never going to forgive you for not killing me in the first place.
[A rough snarl, all threatening bravado to make himself feel better.]
but he's not going to last much longer at least.
But it's hard to breathe around the pain and the settling realization that he's maybe not going to die. He's not entirely sure that's the better option right now. If he's pushed himself too far. If he's wrecked himself so thoroughly that he's not going to be able to keep fighting later then really what was the point?
He has to be able to keep moving and sitting here taking stock of his injuries is making it harder to believe that's a possibility. Especially when the only soothing voice he has belongs to the person that condemned him to this in the first place.]
If there's no fixing this... I'm never going to forgive you for not killing me in the first place.
[A rough snarl, all threatening bravado to make himself feel better.]