Those golden eyes that had been full of amusement just minutes ago had begun to flicker.
I jumped down without another moment's hesitation, eager to help him. I didn't want him to die. No one wanted him to die – save for the exorcists.
But my efforts were only met by his hand gesturing for me to stop.
It's not alright, Tyki. It's not okay. I wanted to tell him that so much, but his face was set. That smug smile, despite the blood dripping down his lips to his chin…
I wanted to cry. I wanted to howl, to scream… but it was all too late for that. With one final blow, with one final slash, his eyes whitened out.
Tyki Mikk was gone.
He fell backward, a row of white crosses marking where he was struck by Allen Walker's sword, the largest of which was placed exactly where his heart was. His eyes were closed for the longest time…
I… didn't know what to do at first. I only stared at his still form, while a shocked silence passed …
Tyki, why? Why didn't you let me help you? Was it because of pride? Did you think me incapable of killing him? Or… was it because you didn't want me hurt…? Stupid Tyki, Allen Walker's sword cannot kill me… no… never…
At the sound of their triumphant cries, I… snapped.
I didn't need to wave a hand to command the hundreds of candles that gave off a surreal warm feeling. I didn't need to look at the fool who dare declare their victory so early in the battle.
I didn't care. There was just… so much rage. So much rage that I didn't care anymore.
Playtime was over.
Even to him I was cold. I took my sweet time walking over to him, bending down to look at his face – I would've concluded that he were asleep if he were alive. Only after that inspection did I kneel down and clutch him close to my chest.
He was still warm… but not for long. My fingers ran through his mass of curly dark hair…
He would've heard my heart beating. It was hardly pounding nor racing… it was rather... restricted. I couldn't cry. I didn't know why. Was this what they called 'grief beyond tears'…? Maybe. Maybe not.
I realized that he would never smile at me again. He would never play with me again.
They will pay.
"I like you, Allen. But my family is also special to me."
All of them.