You're done. You're done doing good but you haven't achieved anything, you're unappreciated and treated like trash. You're done with your dream of being a hero who helps your kingdom. You just realized how stupid that dream was, and the fairy tale has been deceiving you for years. You do not deserve that. You want this to end.

Therefore, you just stand there, panting heavily until the familiar, Drystan, makes a massive explosion that knocks you to the ground along with the other heroes who were with you. The blood pours out of your mouth and you just lie there, not trying to run away.

“Get up,” Drystran says, walking closer to you as you lay miserably on the floor. "Stand up. You suffered major wounds. If you don't get up, I'll destroy everything-"

Drystan pauses when you cough up blood. He takes a breath. “Please,” he says, “please don’t die on me.”