We've seen the RO's, but what would be the parents' reactions to MC dying in their arms?
Sisera places his hand over your eyes, and your world goes dark. “It’s all right, pup, I’m here,” he whispers softly though his words are broken. You got to see his face for just a moment—his entire being was cracked open, but you can’t dwell on that. There’s liquid filling your lungs, and it’s getting so hard to breathe. “Just rest now.” His comforting words finally let you drift off, but the last thing you hear is a painful sob as it manages to escape his lips.
Placing a numbing salve on your wounds, Valerian cradles your head against his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your hair. “This is all I can do for you. It’s all I can do.” Tears leak from the corners of his eyes, landing on your forehead. You reach a weak hand up and grasp at his jaw in an attempt to comfort him, but it falls away as you lose all your strength. Your eyes become unfocused and your lips lose all feeling. He squeezes your hand.
Evadne screams out her pain, clutching you desperately to her chest. The sound is warped, like you’re under water. “My poor baby,” she wails, unable to contain herself. “My little sweet pea!” You feel her fingers raking themselves through your hair, a little too rough, but you barely feel it. You barely feel anything any more. “I’ll get whoever did this to you, I promise. I’ll kill them all, okay?” You look at her with glassy eyes. She weeps.
Marina’s psionic tendrils have pulled you to safety as she growls and stalks the perimeter, slaying anything that comes too close to your body. She’s barely lucid at this point; all she sees is red, her agouti fur caked in the blood of those that hurt you. She jolts as she feels your life beginning to ebb away, running back to you desperately. She curls up around you and howls bitterly, knowing that it’s over. The last thing you see is your mother losing herself to lunacy.
Astraia punches the ground over and over again, unable to look at your blood-stained face. Every time she does, the tears won’t stop. She picks you up and tosses you on her back, desperate to get you back to the tribe’s healers. Deep in her soul, she knows she won’t make it. Your blood is already seeping into her clothes, and there’s far too much of it.
“Hold on, pup,” she yells. You bury your face into her neck, unable to stay awake. You hear the catch of her breath as she begins to cry, knowing that you’re already gone.
Juno strokes your cheek, smiling down at you through her tears. “Hello, darling,” she mumbles gently. You try to grin up at her, but it’s too painful. “You did so good, you know that? I’m so proud of you.” Her voice cracks even as she says it, but somehow you know that she means every word. You feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and ask her if you’re going to die. “I hope not, but it’s not looking good, baby. I’m so sorry.” She moves some hair from your face, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
Amon sits with your head in his lap, his face absolutely devastated. He hasn’t been able to speak, and all he can do is look at you. He’s living his worst nightmare—one of his children is passing before him, and right in front of his eyes. He picks one shaky hand up to move some hair from your face, but it falls back to his side. He can’t do it. He’s so weak. Tears flow from his eyes, and all he can think about is his wife, Osanna. He tries to tell himself that you’ll be together, but it hurts. It hurts so much that he draws blood from his palms.
Casting a few lights, Miava tries to make your bleeding body as comfortable on the ground as she can. You smile idly at the magick; it was always your favorite growing up, and she knows this. She hopes it comforts you as you go. Tears run like rivers down her face; her child was never meant to die before she was—not when she was so old. Your eyes begin to drift closed, and she runs a hand over your cheek.
“May you be reborn into something just as bright and beautiful,” she whispers.
Naos hasn’t been able to stop crying since he found you on his doorstep. He and Bella did what they could, but it wasn’t enough. “What did you do?” he asks you angrily, but you’re practically comatose and can’t answer him. Your head falls to his shoulder and he clings to you, desperate to keep you there with him. He squeezes you tightly and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “What did you do?” he asks again, and this time it’s so quiet that even he has trouble hearing it.
Bellatrix breathes deeply, watching you bleed out in front of her eyes. Naos tended to you with her poultices, but there’s nothing more to be done. You’re dying. Inside, she’s screaming. The wolf in her is begging to be let out, and she wants to let it. But she can’t. No, she can’t do that. She knows what will happen. She breathes harder, watching Naos change the bandages you’ve already soaked through. It’s too late for you and maybe, it’s too late for her, too.
