as a member of the stellaron hunters, you had grown close with them— blade in particular. maybe too close. because lately you've gotten sicker and sicker, even to the point where bloodied flower petals spilled from your lips after bouts of painful coughing.

when you saw blade again, you tried to talk to him about it, unaware that he was the very reason you were suffering from this disease. but he simply shrugged your words off before you could speak them.

"can this wait? i'm busy."