Tynan's voice cracked as he called out for Darth, his heart pounding in his chest like a hammer against steel.
"Darth!" he screamed, his voice thick with desperation.
Every fiber of his being trembled with the guilt that gnawed at him, the raw, agonizing realization that he was the reason Darth had been electrocuted.
He could still see the flash of electricity, the way Darth's body had convulsed, the horrifying sound of his screams.
The image played over and over in Tynan's mind, a cruel loop that he couldn't escape.
His breath came in ragged gasps as the weight of his own culpability pressed down on him like a crushing boulder.
Volkan, his eyes wide with panic, echoed Tynan's cries, "Darth, stay with us! Please!"
His voice was firm, but there was a tremor beneath it, a crack in the usually unshakable foundation.
