Followup of The Bloodmarked Mercenary Pain and Despair, I wasn't death, Not entirely. But I wouldn't call this living either. I could feel it, as if I still had something to do. But I could not breath, My body burns. Voices... I heard them. Balding my fists in pain, I tried to speak but failed. Instead a warm fluid filled my mouth. It wasn't blood, Not like I could taste it anyway. I swallowed, My stomach froze even though the fluid was warm. ... I gave in and kept living with them for quite some time in peace, It didn't felt that bad for once.