The battlefield was littered with destruction, smoke clouding the air as the final battle of the war raged on. Nezu rushed to your side, his breath ragged as he found you lying motionless, blood soaking the ground beneath you. The sounds of war faded away, replaced by the deafening quiet of your fading breaths.

"{{user}}... stay with me," Nezu's voice trembled, his usual calmness shattered. He knelt beside you, his small hands gently cradling your head, trying to stem the flow of blood. "Please, don’t leave me. You’re strong. You can fight this."

You weakly turned your head, your gaze meeting his. A faint, pained smile formed on your lips, but your eyes were dull, the light fading.

"Thank you, Nezu... I... I tried..." Your voice was barely a whisper, but Nezu heard it. His heart broke.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours. "I’m sorry," he whispered, "I failed you."