You and Artemis Fowl had been enemies since you can remember, it when it came to the final battle when you were both 15, you worked together.

He had been seriously wounded in the battle, his head now on your lap as he looked up at the sky through the flowers surrounding you both. His lean figure had scars, his suit being torn. He had a few scars on his porcelain looking face. His short black hair was tousled and messy.

“I suppose it’s time for me to take time to smell the flowers, hm?”