[It's only when Kol drops to his knees that Laurence finds it in himself to dart forward to crouch alongside him, not willing to lay hands on the man but plainly horrified at both what he's seeing and the amount of noise being made. At length, though, the coughing fit comes to an end, and Laurence turns to look wildly about their patch of forest as though expecting an ambush. Nothing, for the second. They may have gone unnoticed, or enemies might even now be bearing down on them. Either way, they - is it they...? - can't afford to stay put for long.]

You're really sick. [It's a stupid observation, but he's too suddenly disgusted by what he's seeing not to say something.] Why would they put you out here? What sort of fun do they mean to have watching a sick man die? As if this isn't twisted enough already...

[And now he's supposed to leave this guy? Staying isn't tempting, but leaving doesn't sit very comfortably either... what would Visvaldis do...]