Nix heard a contented sigh and felt a cool hand caress his forehead; it was a moment before he recognized that the sound he heard came from him. Slowly he opened one eye, a beautifully alien face was staring down at him.
"I don't like it when you do things like this Nix." Mina's warm voice was laced with concern.
"I agree, death sucks." He opened and closed his hand a few times before sitting up. "Better that then trying to spend the next few weeks using one arm."
Nix had deliberately left his amputated arm untreated. It had taken longer than he would have believed but eventually, his health completely expired because of it. He died sometime during the trip back to the Dias Fortress. A glance around the room told him that he was back in Halla's study. Milat was sleeping nearby on the floor while Mina was acting as Nix's headrest.
"I find that I like taking care of you Nix," Mina stated innocently.
"Right... Thank you, Min." Nix pointed to Milat. "Why is he on the floor?"
