33 Do you know "WHO" I am? (1/2)

”....*Whiz*.... *Whiz*....”

Linri tried to open is mouth to talk but he could not speak a word. Blood was dripping from cracks of his lips. Slowly they made it into the end of his chin and dripped to the ground. The feeling of it was disgusting.

His blood was so thick that it almost felt like a solid object. He was frustrated and scared. He made it all the way here. He planned everything down to his conversation. He bet his own life just so he could get a slight advantage but was he going to die without saying a single word?

Of course not!

He was going to talk even if it costed him life. He was not going to lose his life without even trying his best.

”... ah -*Cough*”

This time he was able to make a slight sound before a coughing fit started. He was despairing inside but something inside his mind was whispering him that everything was gonna be fine because this was a 'perfect' plan. When he thought of his 'perfect' plan Linri his lips curved upwards slightly.

Why was it?

He did not know. He was despairing and calm at the same time. Two contradicting emotions. It should be impossible to feel this way but here he was. He could not find a word to describe it.

A cold bright light appeared. It was so bright that Linri was forced to close his eyes. After the light disappeared he felt something on his lap.

He opened his eyes to see that there was a water skin bag on his lap. He was overjoyed. He could finally see hope in his situation.

”Drink” The ancient voice boomed in his head again.

The deity did not need to tell him twice. With the last bit of his strength he moved his arms and brought the skin bag to his mouth. He drank a whole two mouthful of water. He wanted to drink more but he restrained himself. Firstly he was afraid that there might be something wrong with the water. Secondly he was afraid that drinking too much water in this state might be harmful rather than saving him.

Linri could feel that his organs were shutting down. Unless immediate medical care was given he was most likely not gonna survive.

After counting to sixty in his mind he took another two mouthfuls. Now that he did not have to think about how thirsty he was he noticed the odd part about this ordeal. The deity had given him the water but did not heal him. Linri created him so he knew that if the deity wanted he could easily cure him. So was this a show of his attitude? Unlikely. The original Linri was not supposed to know that the deity could heal him so it can't be that. The fact that there were things he did not know about made Linri annoyed. Why was it so hard to put in some effort and write some more detailed backgrounds?

During the hour Linri was drinking water slowly he kept thinking. He could be considered to be walking on a tight rope. If he fell he was going to hell but if he could traverse it he was going to heaven. There was no room for mistake.