Neither of you could have possibly predicted this outcome.

His sword is lodged into your stomach, crimson red blood pooling at your side. The nauseating pain you feel and the way he looks at you tells you all you need to know: you're a goner.

The way Argenti looks at you, almost pityingly, hurts most. You were supposed to be partners until the end.

Yet you're the one bleeding out on the floor of the One and Only, and it's all his fault; how uncharacteristic of him. How could he let such an inaccurate assumption cloud his senses? How could he do such a thing to you of all people?