[Norman knows the tiers well enough by now that his panic only lasts a moment before the predatory arachne logic kicks in and grafts itself to his decades of biological study. Harry must have pledged enough of himself to that insidious Fog that he can only be killed in certain ways: Reira had spoken to him about it at length when he had asked about the rankings. Eventually, the gash in Harry's lungs could drown him in his own blood, causing a slow asphyxiation and resulting brain damage ... but it would take ages for the damage to be severe enough to kill. Norman's horrible yellow eyes narrow with a grim calculation, then he breathes in]
It was supposed to be quicker than this. Not that that'll mean a fucking thing.
[he winces, hearing the Goblin jeering at him from the past: "TELL ME HOW!" "The HEART, Osborn!"
unable to do it with his claws - his hands! - he lashes out with a back leg and spears Harry through the heart.]
CW: discussion of brain death/drowning
It was supposed to be quicker than this. Not that that'll mean a fucking thing.
[he winces, hearing the Goblin jeering at him from the past:
"TELL ME HOW!"
"The HEART, Osborn!"
unable to do it with his claws - his hands! - he lashes out with a back leg and spears Harry through the heart.]