[It hurts to breathe and his chest rising and falling is the only movement he's really making. His blood is continuing to pour out of him, pooling beneath him. Roxas' eyes flutter. He's feeling like he's floating. He knows this feeling. The pain begins to fade and from his prone form, black wisps begin to flow, floating up into the air and dissipating.]
Go. Draco.
[He's dying and he knows it. There's no stopping it now, in moments he'll have disappeared completely.]
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Go. Draco.
[He's dying and he knows it. There's no stopping it now, in moments he'll have disappeared completely.]