( He coughs for a second, bringing an arm up, producing blood as he brings it down. Likely some kind of disease that would've gotten him eventually. He seems unperturbed.
"You can't run. You can't hide. The war is coming. Power is in play in a major way for the first time in centuries and everyone wants it. Survival of the fittest." He won't feel bad about this. Besides, he was going to leave her alive, not like this. "Leave me or help me, Davina Claire, Freya Mikaelson, the power you hold is too great to pass up."
And again, he reiterates.
"It won't be yours for long."
He sputters a few breaths, eyes going glassy as he slumps down. If he's not dead, he's definitely unconscious. (All werewolves and vampires can still hear a faint pulse.) )
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"You can't run. You can't hide. The war is coming. Power is in play in a major way for the first time in centuries and everyone wants it. Survival of the fittest." He won't feel bad about this. Besides, he was going to leave her alive, not like this. "Leave me or help me, Davina Claire, Freya Mikaelson, the power you hold is too great to pass up."
And again, he reiterates.
"It won't be yours for long."
He sputters a few breaths, eyes going glassy as he slumps down. If he's not dead, he's definitely unconscious. (All werewolves and vampires can still hear a faint pulse.) )