more,More,...

He kept repeating some words to himself, his lips moved all the while.His large round eyes were set on the distance,resolved to do something with his fists tight.
I offered my hand to shake but there wasn't a slightest reaction from him,in a manner as if you haven't seen anything.
"I can get it,"was his whisper and then I asked,"What?" but again there came no answer.
"More,"he mumbled.Looking at him I was baffled,"What precious thing he desired that had made him as hard and tough as stone?"I thought.He was in a state that saw nothing and heard nothing.
I approached him and in order to relieve him put my hand on his, but,just felt cold in his blood.
However hard I tried to communicate with him,but there was no move or answer from him but "I WILL."
I touched his forehead and again felt cold.The cold had seized all his body, and his mind was no exception, so I brought a blanket, wrapped around his still body and said, "Have a rest, it is worthless," and turned off the light. There remained no trace of light in the room and I could see nothing, but a voice again kept upsetting my ears,"I will get,more,More,..."