"Oh, dear mr. elf, on the contrary. I don't think you come across too cold, I've been in these situations before. I don't think it will come as a suprise to you that I loathe them."
Leonardo spits, growling something uncomprehencable and continues.
"You and I are of one mind. She has the right to know. However, I must say that the possibility of the fiends behind this might also threaten the professor. After all, the trace comes from that direction. Which makes the need for a swift push onwards all the greater."
He looks down on the woman, and try to wake her up.
If she does:
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"Ma'am? I have grave news. Whilst I healed your wounds, you have attracted an infection. That's what causing your pain. Unfortunetly, I'm very sorry to say this..."
he swallows.
"But your life is still fleeting away. I've bought you some time, but you'll be dead within a day. All we can do for you, is to make sure you will not suffer much longer"
His tone caries the weight of what he is saying. There is no misstake of what he is proposing.[/spoiler]
If she doesn't:
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"She's not responding. We don't have time for her to regain her senses." He speaks with a disgusted voice. "Bastards, fiends the lot of them."
Lonardo sighes, takes a breath and speaks anew, this time his voice portraying no emotions whatsoever.
"Will you do it, or shall I? Make no misstake, I would prefer not, but we both know there's no other choice."
I don't know if it comes easier for men of his profession. I won't refuse this, but I don't want to do this. Not once more.
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