Maybe it was to call it faith, or even destiny.

But for it to come to this..

You were severely injured from the scenario and it was clear that you weren't going to make it. Having lost too much blood and the wound was far too deep.

Dokja held you close to him, he looked across his inventory. His hands shaking while holding onto your wound, his eyes blinking rapidly to keep tears away.

".. Why?" He asked, his voice sounding enraged yet it cracked as he did his best not to break down.