[he just- focuses on this. he has to keep going. he knows what's coming, but god, it's better than the alternative-- and he has to wonder if it was better to fight after all, instead of just giving in. if he'll feel any better about this knowing he tried to live.
maybe. he'll find out later.
because he's definitely not expecting taako to have the strength left to yank that pen out, much less to jab it into his fucking neck! it sinks in with a strangled sound from him, and he quickly lets go, falling back and trying to scramble away from taako now.
it hurts. it fucking hurts-- will he die from this? can he? the panic sets in, and in the midst of it he can't think of anything like how you're probably not supposed to pull it out. desperate instinct kicks in that says something is in me that needs not to be in me and he reaches up, with a faint little wheeze of pain as he touches it...
pulling it back out should help him bleed out faster, right, if it hit the right spot? jae? jae. you're going to tell me i'm wrong but it's happening.
blood spills onto the snow as he flings the pen away, and he at least has the presence of mind to press a hand against his neck to try to stop it.
it's not going to be immediate, but he can't bring himself to try to speak after that throat stab, just tilting forward, his other hand propping him up. he's shaking visibly, now, probably not just from the cold.]
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maybe. he'll find out later.
because he's definitely not expecting taako to have the strength left to yank that pen out, much less to jab it into his fucking neck! it sinks in with a strangled sound from him, and he quickly lets go, falling back and trying to scramble away from taako now.
it hurts. it fucking hurts-- will he die from this? can he? the panic sets in, and in the midst of it he can't think of anything like how you're probably not supposed to pull it out. desperate instinct kicks in that says something is in me that needs not to be in me and he reaches up, with a faint little wheeze of pain as he touches it...
pulling it back out should help him bleed out faster, right, if it hit the right spot? jae? jae. you're going to tell me i'm wrong but it's happening.
blood spills onto the snow as he flings the pen away, and he at least has the presence of mind to press a hand against his neck to try to stop it.
it's not going to be immediate, but he can't bring himself to try to speak after that throat stab, just tilting forward, his other hand propping him up. he's shaking visibly, now, probably not just from the cold.]