"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."
“Mary-”
Her name was forced out, an attempt to get some last words in before the inevitable time loop. He was more than used to dying at this point, but whenever it happened, that old rush of emotions (pain, fear, melancholy, regret) came flowing into his red eyes. Shintaro supposed Mary felt the same way.
How tragic.
“Mary..” Shintaro spoke up again, trying to swallow back the blood in his mouth whilst simultaneously trying not to choke or vomit (he’d rather get his feelings across first).
“Next time…we’ll survive. A-and you know…we’ll all die trying. What do we have to lose…at this point-”
His voice was cut off by the sound of footsteps, his own hacking, and the feeling of a cold gun pressed to his temple.
Ah, but he wasn’t done–
