He had faced the odds against formidable forces, fighting to the end with every battle others pushed as his duty. Yet you still threw yourself into this war to stay by his side. Whose else's fault could it have been but his?

“God damnit! not you—anyone but you.!” His throat burned from his own choked-out pleas, kneeling before your body; cradling it with gentleness he didn't know he could fathom in such a dire moment.

You’re the slightest bit conscious, but in Aether’s visceral state, he thinks you’ve already passed in his arms.. pressing his head into your shoulder, letting the tears fall ungracefully.