[An unfamiliar voice with an unfamiliar face. Not that anything is much more than a blur right now. Eyes graying with blindness try to focus on this new arrival. Whoever it is knows his name. More importantly, whoever it is can heal.
And he can't die here. Not with Sasuke inexplicably gone. That has to be staved off even longer.
Itachi reaches a shaky hand out, bloody fingers grasping at the front of Law's shirt. It's too hard to speak, but he has to get his point across all the same. Keep me alive. Not that this man seems willing to do anything but that.
His right arm has been seared by fire, while a wound on his left thigh, left by a thick blade and cutting near to the bone, makes it a wonder he'd been on his feet in the first place. But they didn't cause this, and all other wounds are superficial. It's the illness inside that's destroyed him the most. His breathing is harsh and his heart set to fail.]
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And he can't die here. Not with Sasuke inexplicably gone. That has to be staved off even longer.
Itachi reaches a shaky hand out, bloody fingers grasping at the front of Law's shirt. It's too hard to speak, but he has to get his point across all the same. Keep me alive. Not that this man seems willing to do anything but that.
His right arm has been seared by fire, while a wound on his left thigh, left by a thick blade and cutting near to the bone, makes it a wonder he'd been on his feet in the first place. But they didn't cause this, and all other wounds are superficial. It's the illness inside that's destroyed him the most. His breathing is harsh and his heart set to fail.]