Valentine came quickly, as always, his stormy form quickly closing the gap from the horizon to Esti. She wasn't surprised, she wasn't actually sure what to feel, scared was always a good guess, though. He asked her what was wrong and she laughed. It was nervous laughter, breathy and empty, "I'm dying, Valentine." Her eyes shifted at various things in her surroundings; a bug flying, a leaf falling, "Can't you smell it? I'm sick, I can't eat, I can't sleep-" her fears began to overcome her, her voice began to shake, she began to shake, "I'm dying..." She licked her lips nervously and fidgeted, her paws scraping at the ground. She wanted him to respond. He was taking too long! Esti's breath caught for a second and her eyes flicked up to the brute's face, urging him to hurry up and speak. Speak! "Speech"
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