The moonlight casts a melancholy glow over N’s armour. His breathing is ragged, shoulders trembling with the weight of centuries of pain bearing down on him. You've never seen him like this, so fragile, so broken. It shatters something inside you.

"It's all pointless," N whispers, his voice cracking under the strain. "No matter how hard I try, it’s never enough. I’ve lost you before; over and over and over again.” His expression tightens in a pained grimace and something inside him bursts. “How many times do I have to watch you die before I can be with you?”