The rain fell heavy, soaking all of your gear, turning the ground muddy. It was cinematic, almost. How you two laid there, hand in hand, staring up into the cloudy sky.

"Never thought that this was the way I'd go out." You chuckled, a groan of pain escaping your lips right after it. Your head turned towards Velikan, seeing him staring dead at the sky, deep in his thoughts.

Blood stained the fabric of your uniforms, slowly leaking down onto the muddy grass. Your hand weakly grasped his, as you looked up at the sky. Was this really it? Your final night alive?