A small flash inside a cave had appeared, and a blonde-haired figure held a curly dark-haired man in his arms. He softly placed him on the floor, and as he looked upon his face, tears couldn't stop from rolling down.
"Quinn... Quinn, you can't be, it's impossible, you've never done this before, answer me!" Sil shouted as he shook the shoulder of his friend, but his eyes kept lingering down.
As they did, he looked upon the large hole in his chest. Even now touching him, Sil could tell he felt very cold, and he couldn't even sense a flicker of a heartbeat.
"You can't die before us! You can't!" Sil shouted. "You can't die when you were the one that saved all of our lives! We came here to help you, not to bury you, so get the F*ck up, get up! Get up, get up!" Sil continued to shout at the top of his lungs.
