Dalious was dragging his hurt foot, he used the spear as a cane and kept moving forward.  [i]It hurt[/i]...  Looking behind him, he saw a trail of his own [color=red]blood.[/color]. His mind was moving, hallucinating possibly.  Everything felt surreal.

[color=gray]"Why do you keep going?"[/color] the spear suddenly spoke.  Dalious furrowed his brows, unsure if that had actually happened or not.  He kept slowly trudging on...[color=gray]"What's the point?"[/color] the spear seemed to ask.

[color=steelblue]"I'm in my prime spear, at least until you started talking!  Also you have a literal point![/color] Dalious took a pause and stared at the weapon.  [color=steelblue] "Anything else on your mind?"[/color] he asked.  

...Nothing.  As if it never happened.  

[color=steelblue]"Well, good conversation I suppose...you did f*ck me over on that jump.  It...it really hurt landing on that spike."[/color]

As he reached some stairs he could do nothing but look intently at the light coming from above.  [color=steelblue]"Am I dead?"[/color] he wondered.