Broken Boulder i'll pay my weight in blood to feel my nerves wake up

His stomach emptied itself within moments, though his brain didn't call a cease fire until several moments later. By then, tears were tracking down his face and his limbs trembled slightly. Zamael's arrival didn't register until he heard his voice; he was too exhausted to startle. Instead he was still for several beats, then shakily inched away from where he had vomited, pressing closer to his brother.
I'm fine, It wasn't that he was trying to lie— the answer was automatic. What else could he say? 'No, I'm fucking dying, thanks' ? Tempting, but... I just— needed to eat. But I can't.
Answer of the year, Alarian. He swayed slightly, ultimately favoring the side Zamael was on; it was a gentle crash, but a crash nonetheless into his brother's side. Shit, sorry. This— sucks, ugh. He muttered as he tried to right himself. Nevermind that he'd gotten himself into this mess entirely on his own.