[He feels Hiryuu's weight in his arms just as the knife stabbed straight into his psyche - shattering what last vestiges of sanity he had left. Creeping cold, hot, the blood, the weight, the looming darkness devouring all thought.

Eyes hollow, he crumbles to his knees, his own torso collapsed over Hiryuu's. This shouldn't be right. This...

A festering darkness begins to creep over his body, over his skin. If he had even a shred of his mind left, he'd notice that he'd lost all feeling in his legs, and it was spreading. But all he had left was to hold her.

This cannot stand. This cannot stand.]