[ Damn... To be struggling hours after Childe tentacled him... This is hell. This is his own fault for following someone to this place, he thinks to himself. He should have scouted further. Somehow he can berate himself in between the misery that whispers into his ear, reminding him of all of his sins and failures. A part of him wants to find peace—an end, so that he can stop suffering under the weight of his memories.
As Eustace approaches, he coughs up more of that black substance, more than before. His thoughts echo a life without happiness is one not worth living, but he snaps out of the trance for one second to look at the water bottle. ]
I don't eat or drink things from oth—[ HACKS his lungs out, but not literally. ]
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As Eustace approaches, he coughs up more of that black substance, more than before. His thoughts echo a life without happiness is one not worth living, but he snaps out of the trance for one second to look at the water bottle. ]
I don't eat or drink things from oth—[ HACKS his lungs out, but not literally. ]