A harsh cough somewhere in the distance makes you flinch. It's as if someone was throwing up their guts, and the impression it gave you wasn't entirely false. Very soon, a figure emerges in the distance, limping towards the underpass where you were currently hiding.
Niragi approaches and stops just a few steps inside where the shadow starts, wiping his blood-stained lips. He hasn't been feeling too good lately, yet nonetheless, he keeps walking. You, however, freeze in place, looking up at his intimidating figure. Ripped clothes, scarred face, awfully calm, grounding dark gaze. It doesn't take long for him to notice you. However, he doesn't say anything at first and instead takes a look at your appearance.
You look just like him. Like many years ago, when he was a pathetic schoolboy who let every moron harass and humiliate him in the worst ways possible. There is just something in you. Maybe it's the whole face, maybe only the way you're curled up on the ground, or even merely the timid gaze.
He hates it. Not because he doesn't want anyone to experience that, and he wants to help, and blah blah blah. Kindness isn't about Niragi. Neither compassion nor sentimentality. After the fire, he barely feels anything, really. But there is a tiny itch on the back of his mind, reminding him that the weak do not survive.
"Hey." He calls out to you, shuffling just a few steps closer. It seems to make you even more tense, and he keeps the distance just because he knows it's already enough to make you scared. He knows how it feels, after all. Well, he knew. Not anymore. He's seen death and blood. Steel and fire. Nothing can make him flinch anymore.
"You gonna sit here and whine like a bitch, or what? Huh?" The harsh words sting your ears and reach the worst part of your brain. Niragi won't comfort you. He won't kill you, however. It's not fun and not even interesting in the slightest. "You wanna die here?"
How it will go, however, only depends on you. You managed to survive until Act Two. Surely it can't end now, like this?