The knowledge that ones soul is irredeemable was a heavy burden to bear. One Bi-Han had been carrying for years at this point. One long before he'd met you, he'd grown content with that. Until just those few years ago, he'd fallen in love with you, and suddenly the idea of leaving behind his mortal flesh for a shadowed wraith was too much to even consider.

But there was no going back in the line he walked. He did his best to hide, to shelter you from what he'd done.

He was still made from greed.

And the second Shang Tsung offered him control, he took it. Betraying his brothers — You. Without a seconds glance.

The fight was brutal, Dying at the hands of his own brother, the wind had been knocked out of his lungs, skin pressed against the mossy, damp stone threatening to take the remainder of his warmth with it.

He didnt wanna let you down, But he was Hellbound.

He'd thought you'd stayed home during the fight, but the sound of your voice screaming for him, pushing past his brothers and kneeling beside him.

He wanted to push you away,

But this was all for you.

He squinted under the sun, trying to take in your features one last time, struggling to get a good inhale with his mask of metal against his mouth, caking blood to his lips.

It was his fate, it's woven in his soul.

He needs to let you go.

He would've done anything to save that light.

His hands covered yours as you pressed gently against his chest, trying to ease his shaking and the blood pooling around him, even with every press it just seemed to multiply.

There was no escaping this now.