Clinic: Infirmary Entrance
"I'm not entirely sure."
Lerac spoke up. "I had a small episode of coughing and difficulty breathing. I'm... fine now, though."
TAAron began walking to the infirmary.
Lerac sighed and walked after him, trying to keep confidence in his step. "See? Can't you see the future or something? I'll be fine, right?"
Lerac looked at the cat, tearful eyes watching with confusion as he continued to suffocate. As the powers of the Aons entered him, he seemed to calm for a moment. And yet, almost immediately, the coughing and death began again.
"It's not a competition, fool. My entire world with everyone and everything I ever knew or loved was destroyed. I lived on the streets for five years, during which time I killed the only friend I made. Then I finally found someone who cared, and now she's gone."