Damian tried talking to Maelor at the start of the training scene, but it was hard to leave even a whisper when everyone around him was talking nonstop. The deathbed scene was too emotional for Maelor to focus on anything else. The argument one seemed to be their only chance, but even in that, Maelor was agitated from start to end—trying to ignore all voices telling him to calm down or show respect.
"How did you do it for me?" Sam asked after they had been through over ten cycles without any success in getting Maelor's attention.
"Same way. I have no idea how many cycles I went through before you paid any mind to me," Damian replied.
"What kind of illness requires people to be wrapped up in bedsheets.." Sam sighed, looking at the dying silhouette for the tenth time.
"The kind that takes others with you.."
The scene changed. They had used up their one sentence, so it was just a show to them now.
