He has not recovered the blow? said he to Athos.He is struck to death.Oh! your fears exaggerate, I hope. Raoul is of a tempered nature. Around all hearts as noble as his, there is a second envelope that forms a cuirass. The first bleeds, the second resists.No, replied Athos, Raoul will die of it._Mordioux!_ said D'Artagnan, in a melancholy tone. And he did not add a word to this exclamation. Then, a minute after, Why do you let him go?Because he insists on going.And why do you not go with him?Because I could not bear to see him die.
by Alexandre Dumas
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In a somber exchange, characters grapple with the fate of Raoul, who is gravely wounded. D'Artagnan expresses doubt and concern about Raoul's condition, initially hoping that his friend's resilient nature will act as a shield against death. Athos, however, is convinced that the injury is fatal, leading to a poignant moment of despair and reluctance to accept Raoul's impending doom.

D'Artagnan struggles with the reality of Raoul's determination to face his fate alone. When questioned why he doesn't accompany Raoul, he reveals that witnessing his friend's suffering is too unbearable for him. This dialogue reflects the deep bond between friends and the emotional toll that fear of loss can take on those who care for someone in peril.

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