(yea I did a revision. the first version of this was fairly underwhelming so here's a new one) I'm thrown against the wall, just as several knives fly straight into my arms trapping me against it. The arm I fashioned out of my gauntlet tears off of my body when I try to free myself, which I succeeded, just before being slammed back again by a stronger force. Leto. The spear of damocles barely missed my face. I could have lost everything just then, yet I feel there's more danger to come. I push her off me and attempt to grab her, but... dear God the fear in her eyes... Hesitation kills. Why didn't I remember? The sickening sound of a blade sinking into flesh pierces the air. I could've lived through this and now it seems uncertain. My dear Leto... the one who I loved, now the reason for my death. She laid me on the ground now. She might be insane but clearly some of the softer sides of her still shine through. I take my final breath and fall asleep for the last time, never to see anyone I care about ever again.
