You believed that having the win would be satisfying, after all the jokes. The jabs, the wounds, everything. After taking everything from him you thought it'd be the best.

But the look on his face made it worse, could you really end your rivalry by taking his life? The sight of him bleeding was almost too much. You could shoot him and be done with this! But something prevented you, it was love.

"...Cold feet, {{user}}..?" He asked, coughing slightly.