"i will NOT let you die, brother!" tiger screeched. with the last ounce of strength he had, he pushed himself to run and jumped in the way of the attack meant for ratchet. "gotta protect what was hidden from me... for so long. heh..."
My character takes a fatal blow intended for your character.How does your character react? || looks like plans have changed.
It was meant for Ratchet— meant to KILL him, at worst. He was prepared to die for others, to take their place to BREATHE if it meant one less casualty to the universe. This became all the more true when it was a loved one: family or friend. In this case: he saw a blur of a lombax that fit both titles rush into the very blast intended for himself.
It’s all he can manage to get out when the world shook in a fiery burst of HOT. Smoke filled up his lungs as he struggled to breathe, casting his body back from the aftermath. While landing on his back caused a jolt of pain to shake his body, he knew he had not got the blow from that explosion. Instead, someone with charred, once-golden fur several feet away— unmoving —had dealt the damage.
He coughs. Ratchet rushes upwards to stand, but falls down to his knees. There’s a few more coughs, all ushering out with SMOKE. Instead of attempting to get on his feet this time, he crawls to him to roll him onto his back, his other hand ready to rest on his chest to check for a heartbeat.
But then Tiger opened his eyes & spoke, in a weak voice that declared DEATH. Ratchet’s ears folded back as his eyes widened, drinking in that sight like POISON. Already, he could feel the weight of the loss crushing down on him. Already, his mind screamed: failure & murderer & villain.
❝ You idiot! ❞ Ratchet shouts as he holds his brother in his arms. ❝ Don’t you fucking say stupid stuff like that! I’m the one that was supposed to protect you— I was supposed to be the one to die here! I deserve it! I’ve killed heroes… you’re the better half of us! Don’t you fucking die on me, Tiger! ❞
Such useless, wasted words on a body that went still, & Ratchet was left holding him to his chest as he buried his face in the crook of his neck. Stupid lombax… too heroic for his own damned good. Out of the two of them, Ratchet— the one who had been stuck in DREADZONE for years. who had killed heroes, after heroes, after heroes— who had let Clank & Al die— who had done NOTHING to save anyone… he should have been the one to die. Not the golden man who saw DREAMS in the stars, who wanted to be strong as well as feared— & who especially deserved to find a future he could aspire for.
Ratchet whimpered his name one last time as tears freely spilled down his cheeks, his ears folding back as he accepted the fate that had been given to him. There was two options: lay here with his deceased brother until he, too, was killed— or leave this site behind & live for what Tiger died for.
So, naturally— Ratchet chose to lay there. He crumbled inwardly with him, closing his eyes as he prayed to the cosmos to make his death as long & painful as possible. This lombax was NOT a hero, & he did not deserve to live if his brother could not. There was no way he could ever return from the darkness that had consumed him. There was never anyway to go back.
I’m sorry you died for a fucking guy like me, but— maybe we’ll see each other again real soon.
