[The assault presses him back into the table he's set. He tries to brace against it and instead falls amid a clatter of silver. Unable to catch himself, he hits the ground hard, and still she attacks. Valjean tries to shield his chest, but the razor only bites into his face. There's blood in his mouth and eyes.
Still, it takes several cuts before he breaks eye contact with her and turns his head away.
He should be strong enough to easily fend her off. He could have, had he tried that from the beginning, but it's too late now. A cold blackness is starting to creep up on him, narrowing the world to these few seconds, and though he tries to catch at her arm to stop this, there's no real power behind the gesture.
After that, he stops resisting. He isn't quite dead yet, but his breaths are harsh and thick with blood, and he cannot even gather the strength to speak.]
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Still, it takes several cuts before he breaks eye contact with her and turns his head away.
He should be strong enough to easily fend her off. He could have, had he tried that from the beginning, but it's too late now. A cold blackness is starting to creep up on him, narrowing the world to these few seconds, and though he tries to catch at her arm to stop this, there's no real power behind the gesture.
After that, he stops resisting. He isn't quite dead yet, but his breaths are harsh and thick with blood, and he cannot even gather the strength to speak.]