Bradhoc Browning

Rye

Script

Bradhoc: I was... was... dying… *clutches at his chest, as if reliving the moment, hyperventilating* The Dark Sygnus blade... through my chest... my blood everywhere... the house falling in ruins... the floor collapsed under me... I... *grabs for his inhaler and takes a long breath on it, but it doesn't help* I... thought I was dead! But then, I woke... In my bed. As if nothing happened, but ever since then... *haunted stare at Rye, wheezing* Time had passed, but where was I during that time?

Rye: Bradhoc. *tries to calm him* You need to breathe.