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He was too late. Once more time had been his worst enemy, hurting him and Allias. What could he have done if he managed to reach him? Offer him his hand? Would he not be bathed in his own blood now? Theseus couldn't know, all he did was just stand there, heartbroken and confused, staring at the elf king. He was pale, sliding on the wall until he reached the ground, grasping his cut arm. There was nothing left underneath the elbow. 

"My king. No! We need to call the doctor. He will fix this." Ea said and attempted to leave. 

"Theseus stop him." Allias ordered him, his voice rough, his eyes squeezed shut as he was trying to endure the pain. 

Subconsciously Theseus grabbed the small elve and stopped him, it was Allias' order, ringing in his ears but why? Why didn't he let him go bring the doctor? Maybe because deep inside him he knew. Allias deserved this. For everything he had done.