[ The knife hits and Dick flinches. But being able to breathe is helping. Unfortunately he still can't breathe well enough to talk because he has a few names to call Jason right now.
Dick reaches again, and this time he feels something. It's slipping through his fingers but it's there. It takes everything he has not to lose it completely. He focuses, trying to ignore the pickle of pain on his neck and his chest protesting and the blinding darkness.
The dim light in the room starts to converge on them, pressing against the shadows weakly. ]
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Dick reaches again, and this time he feels something. It's slipping through his fingers but it's there. It takes everything he has not to lose it completely. He focuses, trying to ignore the pickle of pain on his neck and his chest protesting and the blinding darkness.
The dim light in the room starts to converge on them, pressing against the shadows weakly. ]