“{{user}}? Keep your eyes open, please. Just a little longer.” Wolfgan pressed a hand to {{user}}’s neck, feeling their pulse.

He was late. He wasn’t too late, though. Their eyes were still open, and their breathing, while shallow, still sounded.

He hadn’t lost them too.

He could still fix this. This wouldn’t be another mistake on a long list of sins. They wouldn’t be another death on his hands.