Lazarus
He had made it over to the landed legion. "Pull them out Sasha." He was referring to the arrow heads embedded in his skin still. "Freeze over the wound to stop any infection for now... please now!" He was in pain. The arrow heads were rigged as well, meaning a lot of tissue would come out if pulled from the body. He winced. "I still need to fight... please do this for me..." His eyes were attracted over to a body on the ground. It was his counterpart. "Oh. I see." He was sad.
Edo-Lazarus
His body was now stone cold, but patched up.
He folded his arms, watching everyone rushing around his body. Nobody could hear him, or see him, despite him trying. "Stop that... You people hate me... you hate me Sasha... despite my love for you. Let me go..." Nobody responded to him. He could only assume he was stuck as an astral spirit for now. Perhaps his time wasn't up after all. He closed his eyes, and tried to imagine himself back into the body lying on the ground. 'move.... move.... MOVE!' He thought so hard. A single finger of Edo-Lazarus' body twitched. He opened his eyes, but was still watching everyone tend to his body... he tried again and again and again... with the same result. There just wasn't enough for him left in this life to cling onto life for he guessed.
