"I knew you could not carry me." He managed a weak smirk on his face. "So... I used what energy I had to be somewhat helpful, aye? It was... the least I could do. I am not... totally helpless... I do not think..."

Dolemeck's good eye started to roll a little. His mind started to drift as Ilya began to babble about defending their position, and how he did not know how to use weapons. As he rambled, Dolemeck started to see things... things he knew were impossible to be in the room with Ilya and himself.

"Raven...? Ngukwa-Sikita...?" He asked out loud, as he saw them both before him. He must be hallucinating either from the pain or something. "Why are you both... here?"