BRIAR'S POV
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Whatever Gods are left to believe in-- hear my prayer. Make it quick. I don't particularly like Column, just because it's wrong to talk ill about the dead-- in this case, the dying, but I didn't expect this. I didn't wish this upon him. Maybe I did. My heart skips a beat. Did I do this? Did I bring this upon him? "You're just red, maybe its not that serious. We heal quickly," Fenrys stood in front of Column, but didn't move to touch him or get close enough for that, but there was this uneasiness growing in his voice. I don't know if Column noticed the quake every time Fenrys spoke, but I did. I do. "You sure?" Column asks with an even shakier voice. He's scared, but I feel no pity for the male, nor would I tell him that he's definitely going to die.
Dad had lost two good
