"Is there nothing that can be done?" Roland asked in a hoarse tone while standing.
His soulless eyes kept gazing at the place where Claudia last stood.
Nadia pursed her lips before slowly replying. "It would seem so."
Thud
Roland dropped to his knees, the alabaster beneath cracking as a result.
His shoulders drooped and his head fell as hopelessness clouded his senses.
"It was all for nothing." He muttered. "The sacrifices, the planning… all a waste."
"... We did our best," Nadia muttered, her voice slowly losing what little vitality it held.
She could already feel her life slipping away.
Even with sustenance from Roland's blood, there was a limit to what was possible.
She let out a sigh as she fell on her back, the white ceiling overhead quickly filling up her vision.
"Alex…" She intoned softly as she closed her eyes. "... I'm sorry."
***
Lionel came to a stop a few blocks from the central square.
