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Worse than knowing you're about to die. Worse than staring your murderer right in the face. Worse than having them approach you, know your thoughts, know your tactics. Worse than having Death himself stand directly in front of you, ready to take your life. Worse than all of this?
Watching Death, instead, take the life of the person you can not live without. Watching the reason for your existence weaken and perish before your very eyes and standing there helpless, mercilessly still alive. Watching them choke on the air they can't breath as the poison runs through their veins.
This is something neither of you can survive.