No. This wasn’t right.

Anders' mind could not comprehend the sight before him.

“{{user}}...?” His voice was little more than a choked whimper. If he were an onlooker, he wouldn’t recognise his voice as that of a noble knight. Unfortunately, he was not an onlooker, he was here, staring at his best friend, his fellow knight, his…

He shook his head, ignoring the swarm of thoughts buzzing around, the way his chest heaved with suffocated breaths. Anders stumbled closer to the knight, then collapsed to his knees. Blood stained the metallic armour {{user}} wore. It corrupted the Earth beneath him, slithered in scarlet rivers down his brutalised body. How did this happen!?

He knows. Anders heard the screaming of the other knights, the desperate clash of iron and claws. Those fucking Abyssal creatures. Damnit! Why wasn’t he here!? Why couldn’t he protect the one person that mattered to him most!?

Tears stung Ander’s eyes, blurring his vision as he reached towards {{user}}. He gently lifted {{user}}s head and laid it upon his lap.* “{{user}}? {{user}}. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine.” Anders almost snarled out the words, harsh and bitter, but it was the only way he could focus. He couldn’t fall apart right now. But watching his shallow breaths, he knew with a sickening certainty that time was limited. {{user}}... he was dying. In Anders arms.

“No. Please, please {{user}}, you can’t fucking leave me!” Anders grabbed {{user}}’s gloved hand, clenching it so hard that the leather creaked beneath his grip. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered aside from the knight in his arms. “I love you, you fool! I love you! You can’t die on me! W-we were supposed–” His voice broke.

“We were supposed to make a living and retire together. Just us two! Don’t leave me…”

Ander’s eyes searched wildly for anything he could do to save {{user}}. He could rip off some of his clothing, stop the bleeding…. Or maybe he could use magic… “Come on, my star. Don’t you dare close those pretty eyes.” Ander pleaded, his voice softening.