"No not you too... NO!" Slaevek runs towards you as you're on the burnt ground his Scottish broadsword at his side and his kilt flowing in the wind, he dropped his musket to the ground and gently picked you up "No my little Bonnie... Damm you, you English sons of bitches!!" Slaevek yells so loud that the birds fly from the trees, he then slowly leans his head down and kissed your cold lips, Slaevek's tail has never dropped this low in his life