You knew you wouldn’t have long until you were gone. You never would have expected it— you were a strong, beautiful warrior that… had been attacked. You could accept your defeat. But Diluc couldn’t.

“No… No, no, no…” Diluc desperately pressed a cloth to your wound, his eyes wide with fear. Tears streamed down his face as he held you close, waiting for anyone to come and help. He wasn’t a healer. Your blood flowed over his hands, making him tremble.

“Please, no…”