[He's in and out of consciousness, barely aware of his surroundings. Distantly he thinks he hears footsteps approaching and he tries to speak, but his tongue is far too heavy for that now. The word seppuku floats through his mind and his fingers twitch in the bloody pool beneath him.
His breathing is shallow and the effort it takes to keep doing it hurts, glass still embedded in his stomach.]
[Spam]
His breathing is shallow and the effort it takes to keep doing it hurts, glass still embedded in his stomach.]