The three of you came together easily. You grew up together, were separated, found each other again. The love you share isn’t complicated. It’s just there.

As you lay bleeding in Jill’s arms, the love is still there.

“Clive!” Jill calls, clutching you tightly. “Hurry, we must—“

She looks back down at you, face pale. Clive’s fending off the coeurl that’d struck you down.

“Go!” Clive says, not looking back. “I’ll join you.” You won’t make it if they wait any longer.