[The words barely register in his mind. He barely parses any of it, but he does hear 'stay' and 'end' and his mind cobbles up whatever that might mean. Wriothesley nods, though it's impossible to tell if he actually knows what he's agreeing to.
Whether he actually can.
His body has long since been pushed passed its limits, the pleasure his body was feeling is barely even something he can mentally parse. What hurts and what was pleasure all felt the same. It was all sensation burning through his body and he can only accept it because there's truly no strength left in his body.
The boxer's moans are feeble sounds, too hoarse now from the overuse of his voice. His body is slack and the only reason one can tell that he's still barely conscious is his unfocused gaze through half-lidded eyes. And even then, that's a stretch with how the man seems to struggle to hold on.] Ah... Hah...... [The desperation to cling on even though it was a losing battle.]
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Whether he actually can.
His body has long since been pushed passed its limits, the pleasure his body was feeling is barely even something he can mentally parse. What hurts and what was pleasure all felt the same. It was all sensation burning through his body and he can only accept it because there's truly no strength left in his body.
The boxer's moans are feeble sounds, too hoarse now from the overuse of his voice. His body is slack and the only reason one can tell that he's still barely conscious is his unfocused gaze through half-lidded eyes. And even then, that's a stretch with how the man seems to struggle to hold on.] Ah... Hah...... [The desperation to cling on even though it was a losing battle.]