I've been poisoned. [Muttered absently; he grips more of Hux's sleeve than his arm, but eventually the man is upright. Shaky on his feet, one hand pressed down across his mouth as though attempting to stifle instinct— or something else entirely.
And the darkness isn't helping the floor feel any less like soft sponge under his heels.]
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And the darkness isn't helping the floor feel any less like soft sponge under his heels.]