Janan was panting heavily. Fury slowly opened his little eyes, seeing the cleaver laying next to him instead of in him. Patience turned his head at Janan tilting it slightly. What was that? I- I don't know.... He slumps to his knees, his legs no longer wanting to hold himself. It just.... happened.

Janan just stared at the man's unconscious body for a minute. His breathing eventually slowed and the feeling returned to his legs. His hand reached to the cleaver, shaking. His hand grabs the handle but quickly pulls away. C'mon... lets look for anything of value. He... he won't be needing it anymore. Anything to delay. To put it off till later. Just... just not ready yet.

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