[There's an intense weight of loathing when the Bogeyman begins to retreat. Coward. Damian Wayne is standing with two feet in death's door, and he's wanting to fight the Bogeyman tooth and nail still.]
Go... after-- [He bites back the rest of the words when Josuke hauls the sword out of his body. He doesn't yelp so much as groan, and then he chokes gently on the blood that rushes up his throat.
Ah yes, he remembers this feeling. The fuzzy numbness that starts to stretch out from the center, devouring energy, devouring even the pain. The grip is weak, but he curls his fingers into the sleeve on Josuke's arm. The other hand swings up and around, socking Josuke in the jaw. It's actually a study punch despite the lack of power behind it.] You let... it get...
...away.
[His grip slowly becomes slack. Crazy Diamond is healing, and maybe that's why he feels so fuzzy after all. The wound closes, all the wounds, all the damage, leaving behind a sliver of a scar in the hole of the clothes.
But Damian lies there, heavy, with his eyes closed and his chest still. Hmmmm. Maybe Josuke killed him!]
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Go... after-- [He bites back the rest of the words when Josuke hauls the sword out of his body. He doesn't yelp so much as groan, and then he chokes gently on the blood that rushes up his throat.
Ah yes, he remembers this feeling. The fuzzy numbness that starts to stretch out from the center, devouring energy, devouring even the pain. The grip is weak, but he curls his fingers into the sleeve on Josuke's arm. The other hand swings up and around, socking Josuke in the jaw. It's actually a study punch despite the lack of power behind it.] You let... it get...
...away.
[His grip slowly becomes slack. Crazy Diamond is healing, and maybe that's why he feels so fuzzy after all. The wound closes, all the wounds, all the damage, leaving behind a sliver of a scar in the hole of the clothes.
But Damian lies there, heavy, with his eyes closed and his chest still. Hmmmm. Maybe Josuke killed him!]