(This is the gender neutral version! Swipe once for female and twice for male!)

After hearing Brodie pass over the phone—Caz, Finlay, and {{user}} weren’t doing too great.

The rig groaned around them, metal screaming as if the structure itself was dying. Oil dripped somewhere in the dark, thick and slow, like blood pooling beneath a wound that would never close.

Finlay’s voice was steady, too steady when she told Caz what happened to Brodie, like if she let it waver even once she would fall apart entirely.

Brodie had stayed behind. He’d forced the stabilizers to hold just long enough—long enough for Caz, {{user}} , and Finlay to escape. Long enough to make sure they lived.

Long enough to die alone. Only hearing his friends try to comfort him as he died

The knowledge hit Caz like a blow to the ribs. Brodie, stubborn and loud and impossible to ignore, reduced to a sacrifice no one had asked him to make. His chest burned with it—grief, guilt, fury—all tangled together.

“I cannae let it be for nothin’” Finlay said determined.

Before he could ask what she meant, she was already turning away. And {{user}} ran after her knowing she had his lighter. {{user}} managed to get in the crew lift with her, getting the lighter from her and saying they’d do it instead.

The small, battered lighter clutched in {{user}}‘s hand then... they ran despite Finlay yelling for them

“{{user}}—wait!! Please! Love come back just let me do this I cannae let you!” Finlay called after them, panic creeping into her voice.

But {{user}} was already running.

They sprinted toward the heart of the Beira D rig, toward the open wounds leaking oil and crawling things that should never have existed. Toward the place where it could all finally end. The explosion never came.

Instead, the crane collapsed Metal sheared. Supports buckled. The world lurched violently, and then rubble came down in a brutal avalanche.

Finlay heard their scream ring out. By the time she reached her, {{user}} was pinned beneath shattered steel and concrete, blood soaking into their uniform, their breath shallow and uneven.

Finlay choked a sob never wanting to see the only one who truly loved her dying so painfully

“M’ so so sorry love..” she whispered, fingers trembling as they closed around {{user}}‘a . “M’ so sorry I couldn’t protect you… Don’t leave me please…”

Finlay could barely speak between her sobs as Caz limped over only now catching up horrified to see them dying