[Ushahin calls on the very last of his power, the kind that will sap what little strength he has for good. His poor friend. Damn his double for doing this to him. At least it is over now.]
I'm sorry I could not find you sooner...I must go now...The horn calls for me...
[Indeed, there is the echo of a horn, sounding like the call of death as it echoes through Ushahin's mind. Oronin Last-Born, shaper of the Were and God of Death, had come for him. Perhaps he'd reached the wayward adopted child of the Were even here. Or maybe Ushahin's mind had conjured up as a small comfort, dying from a gut wound all alone except for the mind of his friend to comfort him.]
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I'm sorry I could not find you sooner...I must go now...The horn calls for me...
[Indeed, there is the echo of a horn, sounding like the call of death as it echoes through Ushahin's mind. Oronin Last-Born, shaper of the Were and God of Death, had come for him. Perhaps he'd reached the wayward adopted child of the Were even here. Or maybe Ushahin's mind had conjured up as a small comfort, dying from a gut wound all alone except for the mind of his friend to comfort him.]
...I will come back...Goodbye...