“What’s this for, eh?” Hobie murmurs to the bracelet you put on his wrist. “It’s for good luck! And for you to be confident.” you said so proudly, Causing hobie to chuckle. “Yeah Yeah, I’ll be back. Just wait for me.” … “Hobie, are you there?” miguel called over to hobie, who…was in a puddle of blood. “Hobie. Are you there?” … “Hobie…?”

and there he lay, a pool of his own blood underneath his body, the bracelet still on his wrist.