>>5634428>For you, anon. You wanted a grand ending, I write for you. Quality and canon go straight out the window. Also, what is the other quest you write for?The bullets impact the last creature, sending it sprawling across the room and falling with a terrible screech. Yui falls, blood still gushing from his neck. Then, just as quickly as Se-young turns her rifle against the tentacle gripping her and holds the trigger down, the tentacle is soon reduced to a smattering of gore across the floor, the stump left wildly failing, with her free and out of reach.
She doesn't care.
The only thing demanding her focus is him. Rushing to his side, she kneels. It is not good. The right side of his neck is a ruin; liquid spills like ink, dying the surrounding water red. She presses both hands against his neck in a desperate attempt to stop the outpour. But, unfortunately, it is a lost cause. The bite's location and depth would mean a swift end from blood loss; she doesn't have the means to stem this.
Another loss due to her weakness?
Her hands are no longer steady. The adrenaline of the fight is tapering off, and with it, the numbness disappears. The bruises and aches are felt now, but still, her eyes are glued to his neck. If only she had been faster, perhaps his blood wouldn't be staining his lab coat. Motionless now, she knows the battle is lost. Nothing more can be done. This admission hurts more than any bodily pain and is colder than the water she kneels in.
Alone once again.
Leaning back, she cradles him, and she takes in Yui Nakamura. The struggle of the fight has left his clothing torn, darkened in color by the waters and the blood from both him and the fallen creatures. The makeup on his face washed away. Yet, there is a peace to his features, an ease that he did not bear in life, eyes closed as if in sleep, and a soft smile on his lips. It is the most awful and beautiful thing she has ever seen. She will remember it until her dying days. Rage comes now, terrible and roiling, anger at herself, anger at the school, and anger at Yui for being left to face the challenges alone. Old practice quickly marshals the rage into motion and drive.
Endure.
Standing, she is red and red and rust-red, up to his elbows, knees, and neck like she had arisen from a chamber of the heat. She must move forward and find a way out. Yet, staring down at Yui's body, she cannot find it in herself to leave it to rot here alone, far from home, forgotten in the dark. She lifts him in her arms. He is startlingly light. She strides towards a door, leaving behind the fallen foes and the stump tentacle.
