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cw: vague death...? loss of conscious? it is a mystery
Even if his organs weren't punctured, even if he couldn't feel the way blood wells up his throat and gushes from the wound in his stomach, Komaeda doesn't resist. Part of it is the futility of doing so. He knows what it feels like to be on death's doorstep.
The other part of it is the satisfaction he wears despite a boot coming down on his face, pulping his nose, his cheek, and knocking the rest of his teeth loose in his head. His tongue cuts on them, and when he turns away it isn't to crawl from that violence but to simply cough up blood so that he doesn't drown on it.
He doesn't stop laughing either. A wheezing, manic titter that punctuates with each crushing blow, only to start up again despite the pain and the inevitable. Lucius says he isn't worth killing and yet, here they are.
Seconds feel like minutes, but after a moment, the laughter stops. Unconscious or dead, it doesn't matter, Komaeda has finally stopped in what little movements he had been making, and simply lies in a pool of his own blood.]