[Accepting death was something Lucien had gotten used to in the months before being "Adopted." It was honestly a wonder he had been taken alive. The difference, here, is that he has no High Lord to die for, to gladly accept his death to serve. No Feyre, the strange little human who'd wormed her way into his heart, to die for either. No, here he was dying for nothing but his own broken body, the right combination of injuries rendering him as mortal as any human.]
no subject
[Lucien nods at the creature's words.]
Do it.