"Huh?" The intake of breath hurts and the cold is slowing how fast his heart can pump blood. He can't think. He honestly can't. Somewhere in the back of his mind though, he can hear his voice-his old voice ringing in his ears-
'Is a reason needed?'
"Why..." He winces as he takes a breath. "Why do I-" Another wince. "-Need a r-reason?" It may be a futile effort and painful but Conan tries to readjust himself-only managing to pull on the already dislocated shoulder and upset his newly broken ribs.
"D-does there... have to be... a-a l-logical-" He swallows some of the cold air, biting back the pain. "-mind?"
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'Is a reason needed?'
"Why..." He winces as he takes a breath. "Why do I-" Another wince. "-Need a r-reason?" It may be a futile effort and painful but Conan tries to readjust himself-only managing to pull on the already dislocated shoulder and upset his newly broken ribs.
"D-does there... have to be... a-a l-logical-" He swallows some of the cold air, biting back the pain. "-mind?"