But he doesn’t. Not even slowly. He is not dying. His lungs are filling with blood. And he is not dying.
He scrambles on the ground. He can’t scream. He can’t breathe.
He is trying to crawl away- back into the warmth of Bavan's streetlights. Out of this alley where people fuck and kill each other. Towards help maybe- but mostly away from Norman and the blood, all the blood on his hands, pouring out of his mouth.
He remembers the Perikarnassian, sexless and dripping molten gold from their mouth. Endless gold. Did it hurt? Did it hurt like this?
[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.]
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But he doesn’t. Not even slowly. He is not dying. His lungs are filling with blood. And he is not dying.
He scrambles on the ground. He can’t scream. He can’t breathe.
He is trying to crawl away- back into the warmth of Bavan's streetlights. Out of this alley where people fuck and kill each other. Towards help maybe- but mostly away from Norman and the blood, all the blood on his hands, pouring out of his mouth.
He remembers the Perikarnassian, sexless and dripping molten gold from their mouth. Endless gold. Did it hurt? Did it hurt like this?
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.]