[ Reign raised his head when Mephisto began to talk about himself, and even if he wanted the demon to save his breath, rest his body, he couldn't find it in himself to stop Mephisto. Maybe talking would get Mephisto's mind off the pain, or whatever that was going to happen.
He listened intently, putting those information to memory so he wouldn't forget. Reign knew the worst thing about dying was to be forgotten, to have no one who remember you, as if you never existed. ]
Is that what's happening? Because the Storm took your powers?
[ There was an impudent whine in Reign's voice, frustrated that not only had the Storm swallowed their world and possible loved ones, but also stole Mephisto's powers. ]
You're not going to die. You can't die. What about me?
[ That may sound selfish, and Reign knew he was being selfish, but he didn't want Mephisto to die. Not the demon, not anyone he cared about. ]
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He listened intently, putting those information to memory so he wouldn't forget. Reign knew the worst thing about dying was to be forgotten, to have no one who remember you, as if you never existed. ]
Is that what's happening? Because the Storm took your powers?
[ There was an impudent whine in Reign's voice, frustrated that not only had the Storm swallowed their world and possible loved ones, but also stole Mephisto's powers. ]
You're not going to die. You can't die. What about me?
[ That may sound selfish, and Reign knew he was being selfish, but he didn't want Mephisto to die. Not the demon, not anyone he cared about. ]