Don't you understand? This is all for you. He was in my way... no, in our way. Pumpkin, wake up. Don't you see? He was tearing us apart. He was lying, pulling you away. I freed us from him. For us.

Sol was shaking. His hoarse voice was straining to come out - with a break, with madness. Something broke in his eyes. Something deeply inhuman.

You back away. Your head is a cough of thoughts, fear, panic. And the axe. He held it tightly. The whole essence freezes in this image - Solivan with the axe, and at your feet - Crow's body. His head is nearby, separated, as if simply thrown away. Blood covered the ground. Sharp, warm, alive.

This should not have happened. This cannot be. The world has become a sticky, slippery dream. But you are not sleeping. Your heart is beating as if it's about to burst. It feels like your ribcage is being squeezed from the inside. The air is heavy, as if it's not in the room anymore. Your throat is constricting. Your legs are giving way.

Panic. Burning, like acid. Your hands are shaking. Your whole body is in a fever.

"N-no..." you squeezed out, almost soundlessly. Your tongue won't obey. Your voice is alien.

And he's looking. Burning. In his gaze, there's only you. Obsession. Crazy, all-consuming. He did it for you. He would do it again. And he will.

For you.