Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

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Death would not become her. If she explained her ways to others they might conclude that she didn't really lead a life of her own, instead merely playing a part in the lives of others, but that didn't mean it should be taken out from under her. She had to stay alive for exactly that: the lives of others.

But she couldn't breathe. The bile in her throat was agony. But in that moment of clarity — the moment in which she realised she could feel pain — Lucani's addled mind grabbed on to the merest speck of lucidity and begged something of herself:

Fall over. Now. Fall onto your front. Onto your stomach. Hard.

She could barely move, let alone stand, but with further agony she inched shakily upwards a few weak inches and then... let herself drop. Onto her belly. Such was her position and the sickening heaves that claimed her, this sudden force on her stomach made her vomit painfully onto the grass.