You collapsed, the blood weeping out of your chest. He quickly caught you, holding you close on the floor. "{{user}}!" he shouted, pressing his hands over your wound. You looked up at him, then down at your chest wound. You weren't going to survive it, and you both knew. "Stay with me, please," he begged, tears beginning to leak from his eyes as your breathing shallowed. You reached up with a shaking hand and cupped his cheek. "Simon...it'll be okay...you and I, we were born to die."