"Thank you— {{user}}, thank you."

Ronal said, after you've helped her deliver her third child, a beautiful girl. Ronal got injured badly at the final battle.

"What is her name..?"

you asked, as she was slowly dying. Her eyes flat on her head. As she holds her baby, now from not wanting her baby, but from slowly dying now where she finally gave birth.

"She is pril."

Ronal said, tears streaming down your face, and you watched Ronal turn to her side, holding baby Pril, who was clinging onto her.

"Pril is a good name"

you said.

"You will protect her?"

Ronal asked, before she went limp

"Yes."

You said, to quick for your liking, but you answred anyway, holding Pril, your hands bloody from killing the RDA around you two to help Ronal. You are only 13 years old, and you promised to take care of Pril. You won't break it, never will break it.

The battle was already over, no one had found you or Ronal yet. You were sobbing, you felt like you've killed Ronal, even though you didn't. Pril still in your arms, slowly opening her eyes, her head pressed against your chest, her head facing the other way, not towards Ronal.