[He gasps like he's coming up from under water in the momentary reprieve, the need to suck down as much air as possible overriding any stubbornness at trying not to seem desperate, only for him to cough on it immediately as his collarbone cracks.] Gah--!
[Then another, wetter gasp as he's stabbed, not enough air in him to scream properly, which serves him just as well. He's sure the traitor could be no one but Sol, though he can't imagine why, and if nothing else he can prevent this from happening. He's breathing shallowly and rapidly around the pain, one eye squinted shut and his arms hugging around his stomach, as he manages to pant out]
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[Then another, wetter gasp as he's stabbed, not enough air in him to scream properly, which serves him just as well. He's sure the traitor could be no one but Sol, though he can't imagine why, and if nothing else he can prevent this from happening. He's breathing shallowly and rapidly around the pain, one eye squinted shut and his arms hugging around his stomach, as he manages to pant out]
I... won't....