"I don't want you to die, Alvara," Amael finally said.
"..." Alvara, who had always met every situation with usual calm, was left speechless for once.
"I want you to live. The best revenge, the truest defiance, is to spit in the face of the destiny that has tried to break you... that has brought all this misfortune."
"I won't accept the fate reserved for me," he continued.
'Yeah.'
Whatever destiny had been written for him—whether it was to become Samael, or something even worse—he rejected it. He would not let the chains of fate bind him. His life, which had never truly been his, would now be something he owned.
"What... about you?" He murmured, his words growing slurred as the exhaustion claimed him. His eyes began to flutter shut, the last remnants of his strength fading fast. "Go and... make your life your own."
He swayed, as his body leaned forward, and with a final exhale, Amael collapsed, his body hitting the ground.
