This story takes place during the session, before either of their accidents.

It had been about a half hour since the last voice. Mituna was lying on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling. Kurloz was lying next to him. Neither of them bothered to speak. "Kurloz..." Mituna whispered.

"Yeah man?" the highblood turned his head to look at his moirail.

"If... if I asked you to kill me, would you?" the yellowblood muttered, still staring at the ceiling.

Kurloz's eyes widened a bit. "What? No! Why would you even ask that?"

Tears formed in Mituna's eyes. "Because I feel like I wanna die. I don't know how much longer I can take hearing everyone die over and over and OVER again!" he was now in tears and crying uncontrollably. Kurloz gently sat up and pulled his terrified moirail into his arms. "It's ok, Mituna. You're going to be just fine,"