Arthur couldn't remember how much time he kept injecting mana or trying to resurrect her. He fell into the what-ifs and despair of losing a friend of his until Rae pulled on his shoulder.
"She's gone."
"Shut up!" Arthur slapped her hand away as he kept trying. He wouldn't believe that someone he knew for so long can die like this, with not even a ripple in the world.
He had always thought of death as something grand, a thing that you can't help but see, even if you don't like it. It shouldn't happen this easily, what's the meaning if it did?
"Alexie," Rae said to him again but Arthur didn't answer. His movements turned slower and slower until he retracted his hands and rested them on his thighs. They were shaking.
