"SYLUS!!!"
I couldn't register anything anymore. I didn't notice anything, not even when Olive picked up his twin brother, who'd been shot by Sylus, and ran out of the room to escape.
My body was trembling as I slowly crawled toward Sylus, who'd dropped to the cold floor on his back, his body jerking, blood draining out to pool under him.
So close. He'd been so close, hadn't he? We were going to get out of this alive, we were going to go back home, and I was going to tell him that I really loved him, that he meant the world to him, and that I wasn't going to leave him. I'd held on, held out for him. But I was useless, I couldn't do anything for him.
His breath grew shorter and shorter. He swam in agony, soaked in his blood, losing it to the pain.
