He doesn't know how to feel about them. A part of him wants to scream that if she loves him, she wouldn't be doing this, that she wouldn't be killing him for assassin of all people, when the man turned down his own request to fight -
But everything else says that it's right he should die like this, that his life ends at the hands of someone he trusted, someone he wanted to protect, because he's worthless at protecting at all, he has no worth, just a hollow shell of someone who died a long, long time ago -
So he just cries for a long time, letting himself shed all the tears he's afraid he'll never be able to shed again, the fear and pain and utter agony swirling together until they're mixed so tightly together that he'll never be able to separate them, ever again.
...And little by little, it leaves him - along with his blood, with his life, until he finally stops crying and all that's left is -
A calm, gentle acceptance, even as his body shakes and begins to grow colder and his heart speeds up, his breath coming in shallow gasps, and he knows -
Soon, he'll be gone.]
....I don't...blame...you. I never....could. Mary...
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He doesn't know how to feel about them. A part of him wants to scream that if she loves him, she wouldn't be doing this, that she wouldn't be killing him for assassin of all people, when the man turned down his own request to fight -
But everything else says that it's right he should die like this, that his life ends at the hands of someone he trusted, someone he wanted to protect, because he's worthless at protecting at all, he has no worth, just a hollow shell of someone who died a long, long time ago -
So he just cries for a long time, letting himself shed all the tears he's afraid he'll never be able to shed again, the fear and pain and utter agony swirling together until they're mixed so tightly together that he'll never be able to separate them, ever again.
...And little by little, it leaves him - along with his blood, with his life, until he finally stops crying and all that's left is -
A calm, gentle acceptance, even as his body shakes and begins to grow colder and his heart speeds up, his breath coming in shallow gasps, and he knows -
Soon, he'll be gone.]
....I don't...blame...you. I never....could. Mary...