Pain shot through his entire body. He could hear someone's boots hitting the ground.
'...ugh, this just isn't my day.'
He wished he could just embrace the dark, forget about everything around him. But knew he couldn't, not if he wanted to live.
'...would that be so bad...to die?' He thought to himself, but he knew the answer. Dying was NOT an option.
He flexed his left arm, to see if it was still operatable. The tingling sensation let him know it was.
"No I don't, why is that bad?"
He let his suspisions overwhelm his brain. After being chased down, shot down, and dragged here he figured it was okay.
He dug his hand into his pocket, and wrapped his hand around the medallion.
"Cause at the moment I'm really not caring about anything. But please do tell."