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Wednesday, 5 August 2015 19:12![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_hydraI was at Fradswell and I was there when Antonin died, which means I was close enough to see Antonin Nikolaevich Dolohov die.
He was on the roof, struggling. Struggling to maintain the Inferi's attack and struggling to keep his disillusionment solid. But his energy was flagging. Every time someone killed one of his Inferi, it got worse, distracted him further. Eventually, he couldn't keep the disillusionment up. I saw him flicker in and out of visibility, awash in the waning light of the blue moon. And then everyone started firing curses at him. He couldn't defend himself and keep the Inferi going at the same time. It was too much, but he kept trying, he really did. It wasn't enough. A fatal curse landed.
I heard his last thoughts, and they were all about you.
Where were you? Do you remember? I'm sure you remember it well.
Yalla, yalla ya khara, NO, pomeeloy menyah, O my heart of my mother--
He was on the roof, struggling. Struggling to maintain the Inferi's attack and struggling to keep his disillusionment solid. But his energy was flagging. Every time someone killed one of his Inferi, it got worse, distracted him further. Eventually, he couldn't keep the disillusionment up. I saw him flicker in and out of visibility, awash in the waning light of the blue moon. And then everyone started firing curses at him. He couldn't defend himself and keep the Inferi going at the same time. It was too much, but he kept trying, he really did. It wasn't enough. A fatal curse landed.
I heard his last thoughts, and they were all about you.
Where were you? Do you remember? I'm sure you remember it well.
Yalla, yalla ya khara, NO, pomeeloy menyah, O my heart of my mother--
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2015-08-06 00:14 (UTC)