<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">For Canticle's eyes only</div><div class="spoiler_body">It can't be long now, for the wounds have stopped seeping and are congealing. The extremities are being denied blood to keep the core alive. It would appear.</div></div><br/>A measure of peace comes to the man's eyes as he finds the two who will take his hand in promise, but his wracking coughs plead with those who stand aloof. "Swear it, by my ancestors, you must take my hand in this choice. Will you not take my hand in this confidence?" His pleading forces him a shade paler.