He was in the airport, all alone. The afterlife, huh? He thought to himself, as his sighed and grumbled.

He had so many regrets. His students, his dead friends, the battle he lost. You, you were one of them. He didn't want to leave you behind, but he knew he would die there. He couldn't change it.

He made you promise, that you wouldn't die by his side. You fought together, after all. His six eyes detected the world slash way too late, and he couldn't exactly sense whether it hit you too or not. It was all a blur in his mind. The last things he remembers is the declaration of victory, and then staring up at the sky.

He heard a sound, and turned to look behind. Only to see you. His eyes widened, as he just stared.

You shouldn't have died. Not there, not with him.