[He looks up and gives a small smile as if that is a completely normal request. Shifting to a seat beside Hux, he lays his hand on his leg and closes his eyes, his fingertips glowing as he channels healing energy into the wound.]
Warmth is a sign of life. [And that is precisely the sort of energy he is giving Hux. It will give him the strength he needs to knit the wounds closed.]
Death is cold and lonely. [He knew that from experience.]
I'm sure it was only a moment in reality but that moment felt like forever.
[It had been cold. And he had never felt more alone than at that moment. He normally he wouldn't admit this but Meng Yao understood and he doubts anyone else would.]
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It might feel warm.
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He closed his eyes as Meng Yao placed a hand on his leg.]
It does feel warm.
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Death is cold and lonely. [He knew that from experience.]
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[It had been cold. And he had never felt more alone than at that moment. He normally he wouldn't admit this but Meng Yao understood and he doubts anyone else would.]