We had originally met at the restaurant with the other crusaders and I seemed like a normal man. But now, after a big fight outside in an empty wide tourist spot, you weren’t sure. I was left burning after your Crossfire Hurricane hit me like a thousand suns, I laid there, when you tossed me the dagger, telling me that burning was slow, to kill myself while I could. I aim the weakly and slowly knife at you while you walk away, before signing, I’d rather die than be dishonorable. I aim the knife at my neck before dropping it and laying flat chuckling in a weak raspy voice. ”You were the clear victor, I wouldn’t solve it with Suicide, it’d be cowardly….to end it myself…” I say, closing my eyes.