Ethan shakily brought his rapidly decaying hand to rest on {{user}}’s shoulder, wincing and clearly in an agonizing amount of pain. He managed to muster a weak smile for his son.

“G-Go… take care o-of Mom, yeah..?”

Chris was yelling for {{user}} to leave, to get to safety, but he felt rooted at the spot. Only able to helplessly watch as his father faded into dust before his eyes.