He should have known it would come to this. Did he ever have any good luck?
The fight had been long, and for the most part, they had won. And if it wasn't for Rena, chances are the outcome of today would have been very different. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but deep down, Raven knew she wasn't going to make it. Her wounds were too deep.
So, there he sat, with his friend's head in his lap. Pain burned in his chest at the familiar sight lay before him. Seris' wounds had been similar… A single gash across the stomach. He'd taken his jacket off to cover the gory mess, to hide the horror from the others. They didn't need to know Rena was dying.
She coughed, bringing the mercenary out of his grim thoughts. Looking down, he saw her sad smile. She had come to terms with her own fate. Raven stared back with dark eyes. The minutes felt like hours as he finally decided to ask.
"…Do you want me to get it over with?"
The elven woman nodded slowly. She was ready to go. Perhaps the pain was too much for her. He let out a shaken sigh as he set her head down; gentle so not to hurt her anymore. Gloved fingers wrapped tightly around his sword as he stood, sparing one look back at the others.
Worry, confusion, fear… Some knew what he was planning on, others painfully oblivious. He… best get this over with before someone tried to stop him. Turning his attention back to his dying friend, he held the tip of his blade over her heart.
"Raven…?" She asked.
"…Yes, Rena?"
"Keep an eye on everyone for me, alright?" She was choking back tears, now.
"Of course. We're… We're going to miss you."
"You'll be fine. Take care of yourself, please." Even in her dying breaths, Rena was looking out for him.
"…I'll do my best. I guess this is…"
"Goodbye?" It hurt to hear.
"…Yeah. Goodbye." It hurt even more to say.
He heard Elsword call out his name, and Aisha beg him to stop, as he closed his eyes and stabbed his sword down. He had ended her pain now. He'd given her mercy.