There was nothing we could have done.
No matter how hopeful we'd been or however righteous our goals, we would have never been strong enough.
Not when Ruith and I were as insignificant as we were. The responsibility of saving two worlds had proved to be a mountainous burden too impossible to carry.
A world where Ruith and I could've had something remarkable without facing malice or condemnation would have never existed.
No matter what we did or could've done, this would have always been the outcome.
Our end.
I was slipping, and it was peaceful, although I could feel my body wanting to be afraid. But my mind felt sedated, resting in an undisturbed haze. I didn't feel any pain, but something powerful strummed my senses, playing a tune I ignored because I was too afraid to greet the pain I knew my body was in. I never wanted to hurt again. So I didn't fight the darkness surrounding me, not when it allured me.
