And barely audible
Don't use magic...
I sank to the ground, looking in horror at Caesar, who was no longer alive. No, I remembered that he was immortal, and theoretically it was possible to kill him only by cutting off his head, probably, but now ... I didn’t hear breathing, I didn’t feel a heartbeat, I didn’t know what to do.
And if despair has its limits, I have known them all!
In a wet dress, with tangled wet hair, in an alien dead world, next to a dying Caesar, whom, after his words, I was afraid to even try to help, with thoughts of another world that had trusted me, which would undoubtedly perish if I did not return ... If we we will not return.
The movement of the already cold hand of Caesar, touching my palm and intertwining our fingers, he again calmed down, without breathing
