╳ (For Zack)
Send ╳ for my muse dying in your muse's arms.
He knew how it happened and he knew he should have listened. He’d been told not to be a hero at the beginning of the mission because there was no guarantee that they would make it out alive.
Zack didn’t listen.
The behemoths in the area were enhanced and any operatives inserted into the problem area were to remain close to one another as it would take around ten Seconds to take these things down. Of course, Zack had somehow managed to lose the group he had been involved with, they’d all been killed within a few minutes and the rest were run off toward a restricted area. It was enough that Zack had trouble just getting away from the beast.
He should have known that he couldn’t have stopped the behemoth near the cliff. The amount of damage that he took was nearly enough to kill him but Zack wasn’t confident he was going to get out of this. The body of the behemoth fell, cracked, and ripped open a few meters away from him, washing not only with his own blood and the dirt of the cliff as he’d tumbled to the base of the ravine.
Consciousness slipped in and out for him until he felt a hand under his head and a forearm supporting him as he tried not to cough up his own blood. “S-seph...,” he coughed. Zack’s mouth had filled with blood while he’d been laying as he had, the change of position almost choking him. “Fucked up. D-don’t tell Angeal on me, will ya?”