[ There it is. The feeling she's been hiding. And how painful it is, for her voice to quiver the way it does. He hates that she had to witness him fade away like that. Even if he can't quite remember exactly what happened, he knows from the lingering sensation of despair that it must have been as if he just slipped into a deep sleep. Just one that he never woke from again.

...not that he ever bothers to sleep here, but if he did... he should try to subconsciously maintain his breathing, to indicate that he's still alive. There's no other way to tell, with his body temperature often reflecting the environment's, and no heartbeat or pulse to speak of.

He leans his weight against her, to reassure her of his presence. ]

I wouldn't let them keep me down. Not until every single one of them is a dead body underneath my foot. That's the least they deserve for their 'hospitality'.

[ He's here, Altria, and will always be, to the best of his ability. That's what he promises in his violent words. ]