Enteinne's eyes, having closed as the tea overcame his face, moved beneath their lids. His face scrunching in mild annoyance at the emotions. They would just prolong his death...
The broil of vengence pushed at him, even as distant as it was. Filling him slowing and skewing his perceptions. He felt the desire for his own revenge grow with this outside force.
He no longer wanted to die. He wanted to destroy the bastard that did this to his sister. He just needed a little more of that emotion. A little closer.
Enteinne struggled to keep his head above the sickly sweet tea.
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