[Lucky for them both, this isn't inducing panic in Death - but he does furrow his brow, studying Zephir as he gnashes blackened teeth and becomes a fragment of himself in the process. He applies a strong pressure to hold him back and away at arm's length, bringing up his hand to press together the wound on his neck; skin sticking together in a line, begging to be healed fully - but it'll be a while before Zephir can do that for him.]
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Now what do I do with you.