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Lights were fading fast; he could hardly see the wolf that approached, and heard his voice as if he were underwater, and the strange male was calling to him from the surface. And, as was the case when submerged, Marbas found that breathing in came with great pain and terrible difficulty. The air that surrounded him was prickly and hot - did not want to be drawn into his lungs, was at loathe to offer him more oxygen with which to fuel this useless endeavor that had become his life.

Suddenly, it all just seemed so funny. That he should grow up in so bloody a place as Warsaw; that he should be able to leave it behind without ever facing death, but here? Here, he would meet his fate.

"Then I may be at an end," he gasped, the words eeking out of his burning throat with great difficulty. May be at his own end, that is, but it was all so strange, so hard to tell. It felt as though all he'd done, the life he'd lived, every memory from the past, the endless pain the plague him now - all of it was roiling, converging, rolling up into this dark, angry mass. And all at once, the mass - and the earth - rose up to meet him.

The last thing Marbas saw was lightning - bright, bursting stars behind his eyes. And then, unconsciousness swiftly overtook him. Body no longer plagued by mind, his heartbeat began to steady and his breathing began to ease.