[He doesn't go out quietly, still fighting, still hoping until the very end. The pain, at this point, is beyond excruciating, overwhelming even the rage until his entire world is white-hot agony and he can't remember anything before it. His struggling has turned into little more than weak, pathetic pushes, helpless attempts to try to somehow dislodge the cannibals pinning him down. He can see slivers of white poke through on his arms where they've torn the flesh off straight down to the bone, and he wonders hysterically as much as he can wonder anything in this state how it is he's still alive, if it counts as a miracle if he doesn't want it, and maybe the fact that he is is a sign that they'll somehow get out of this after all--
The only thing worse than the pain is having to watch Jade endure the same and being powerless to stop it. Maybe he would have accepted his death more easily if she hadn't been there, would have just closed his eyes and prayed for it to be over soon - but he said they'd be fine, he can't let her down now, and it isn't fair that she has to go through this, that she has to die again while he can't do a goddamn motherfucking thing to stop it, and it's not until she lets go that he realizes that there isn't going to be a last-second miracle this time around.
He's still screaming her name when one of them finally rips out his throat.]
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The only thing worse than the pain is having to watch Jade endure the same and being powerless to stop it. Maybe he would have accepted his death more easily if she hadn't been there, would have just closed his eyes and prayed for it to be over soon - but he said they'd be fine, he can't let her down now, and it isn't fair that she has to go through this, that she has to die again while he can't do a goddamn motherfucking thing to stop it, and it's not until she lets go that he realizes that there isn't going to be a last-second miracle this time around.
He's still screaming her name when one of them finally rips out his throat.]