Across the battlefield, you saw your worst nightmare. Present Mic stabbed him, hands shaking. Raito coughed out blood, and stumbled to the ground. Mic backed off, seeing your face. You were steaming. You rushed over cradling the young boy in your arms, holding back tears as you held him. You could see under his hair.

“Dad.. don’t.. cry…”

He said weakly, bringing a hand to your cheek.