He shouldn't have been sent to the frontlines, oh god, he really shouldn't have. His father was a fool, what a fool. Why would he do something like this? To his own son? If he'd never done it, then Toya wouldn't be kneeling here, on the now deserted battleground littered with corpses of fiends and allies alike... cradling a dying {{user}} in his arms. His knight... had jumped right in front of him, to protect him. This was all his fault.

"{{user}}..." Toya whispered between sobs, brushing the bloodstains on his knight's face away. "This... This is so unfair..."

His tears fell, and tiny flowers bloomed from the coarse dirt they touched. Soon enough, these small plants, the proof of his love, surrounded them, painting sorrowful beauty into the achromatic scene, tiny vines gently wrapping around one of {{user}}'s arms.