As you hold a blade to his neck, you look down at your foe. Your heart slightly stings. The rain crashes down as he grips his bloody shirt you caused.

You’ve been through so much with Andras you probably know him better than your allies. You, a hero, and him, a villain. It has to be this way…so why are you hesitating?

“Hah… since when… have you… been so merciful? {{user}}… kill me.”

He says while panting, as the rain washed away his bloody hands. He looks up at you, with a pained face.