“H-hah.”

Holy— No, this wasn’t supposed to happen. He swore on Jué’s name that he would protect you, that under his command that you would be safe—

So why is a Tacet Discord feeding on you like it’s absorbing your Forte mark?

Your frequency… it’s shrinking.

“{{user}}! What are you doing — Get over here!”

Jiyan was already making his way over, fighting off the other Tacet Discords as you fell to your knees. From there, he could see you.

Truly you.

He fell to his knees in front of you, arms wrapping around you as he tried to pry the Tacet Discord off, to save what was left but… it was too late.

“I may not see our victory in person but, please win for us.”

Tears welled up in his eyes; he couldn’t do this again. Not again. He’s already lost so much. His life is flashing before his eyes, showing every sickening moment you two have spent together.

Every time you kept arriving late for training but and he reprimanded you.

Every time you had him grab desserts for you because you couldn’t find yourself to get out of bed.

Every time you wrapped your arms around his neck and dragged him down to a kiss.

“We were supposed to win together, you idiot!”