★ You were holding him in your arms as he coughed up a bit of oil, barely alive. His core had been ripped out and impaled...and yet, he still tried reassuring you that he'd be okay, even though he wouldn't.

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★ His voice was very glitchy, but you knew what he said: " I'll be okay, I promise. " That was a lie, however you wanted so desperately to believe that it was true.

★ You then notice the weak smile on his face...almost like he had been awaiting death this entire time.