Vax sits me down. I wince. It doesn't hurt as bad as how much they're talking about it. I look back at the rest of them. They seem to be really struggling with the edge of the storm. They all look like children trying to build a castle. He opens my coat more. 

"Oh. Oh. Fuck." He looks like he's going to puke.

"Bad?" I raise an eyebrow. 

"Not that bad." He says.

"It went right through, didn't it?" I ask.

"Yes... but don't worry. Don't worry, it's already regenerating." He smiles.

"There is... something I have to ask you." I say.

"Sure." Vax says.

"What did you say to me earlier?" I ask.

He blushes.

"I um... said you're not a monster." He blushes.

"And?" I ask.

"I... admitted to have feelings for you." He blushes.

"You do realize when all this is over, I'm going to kill myself with the dagger." I say.

He looks up.

"You... you don't have to." He stands up.

"I kind of do. I've been rotting on this earth for quite a long time." I stand up.

I watch my wound heal.

"I am so sick and so fucking tired." I sigh.

"But..." He starts.

I put my hand on his shoulder.

"I need you." He whispers.

I press my lips into his. 

I am waiting for you. Our time is coming. Everything is aligning.

I draw back. I bite my lip. What the fuck do you mean? You owe me answers.

In time, but first you must get through.

We turn and I see the veil opening suddenly.

"I did it!" Scanlan yells.

"It's probably a trap." Vax says.

"Let's go!" Grog grabs us.