Many a poem goes on about the coldness, the unforgiving nature of death. Franz was always a bit too skeptical to be entirely religious, but he hadn't had time to worry about things in the heat of the moment, the clash of swords and the pain and chill as his life bled away.
Albert's arms were warm, but he is not embraced by his friend any longer.
He is dizzy, cold, utterly confused and vaguely angry. He is familiar enough with space ships, though he's never been on a trip that necessitated a cold sleep.
He supposes it is possible he was put in stasis to be worked on, but how could such a thing be afforded? Is he on a ship, in some kind of facility? Why would anyone bother with such a thing?
Feeling disturbed and ill, Franz stumbles into his clothes, and sinks to sit on the ground, urging his world to stop spinning.]
Franz d'Epinay | Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo
Many a poem goes on about the coldness, the unforgiving nature of death. Franz was always a bit too skeptical to be entirely religious, but he hadn't had time to worry about things in the heat of the moment, the clash of swords and the pain and chill as his life bled away.
Albert's arms were warm, but he is not embraced by his friend any longer.
He is dizzy, cold, utterly confused and vaguely angry. He is familiar enough with space ships, though he's never been on a trip that necessitated a cold sleep.
He supposes it is possible he was put in stasis to be worked on, but how could such a thing be afforded? Is he on a ship, in some kind of facility? Why would anyone bother with such a thing?
Feeling disturbed and ill, Franz stumbles into his clothes, and sinks to sit on the ground, urging his world to stop spinning.]
Why..?!