Linda was unable to do anything to help Wevil. She laid there looking at the end of the person she had once hated, but who she had ended up falling in love with. Last time, she had been unable to help her brother Blip, blaming herself for him having lost his life.
Nothing seemed to have changed. Despite all the power she was supposed to have at her disposal, there she was failing to save a loved one once again.
She wanted to stretch out her arm towards Wevil, yet the only degree of movement she had in her was a slight twitch of her fingers. With the many wounds he had suffered it seemed impossible for him to have survived and the masked men weren't stopping, like ravenous beasts who had found food for the first time in weeks. Even though he was standing it seemed like it was only because of the others who were holding him up with their attacks.
Just as they had removed their hands from his body, Wevil's body flopped to the ground, showing no indication of life inside it.
