That day, Gavner was restless. Something was definitely bugging him- the most annoying thing is that he couldn't pinpoint what exactly that thing was. Desperately, he tried to occupy himself although he himself knew that it wasn't working. He wasn't the type to get nervous all of a sudden without reason- hell, he wasn't the type to even think of anything. This was a rare occurence. Something bad was going to happen. He was certain of it. Still looking for a way to distract himself, he walked with Darren and Kurda through the cave.

The rest of the moment was a blur.

As soon as the foreign metal object pierced his stomach, he knew that he wasn't going to look at the blue sky ever again. He wasn't going to encounter that smile again. The face that had changed his life, saved his life. It all happened too quickly. He was stabbed by someone who he thought as his friend. Bloody hell. Bloody hell, I'm gonna die. He thought to himself.

Then it all came back to him. All the memories that he desperately wanted to trash. All the feelings that he didn't want in him. Those precious moments that he clung onto as if holding for dear life. Everything was slapped back into his brain.

"'s that you?"

He whispered to himself as he felt his consciousness slowly began to slip away. With his eyes half-opened and the lack of oxygen supply into his lungs, he lifted his arms to touch the wind in front of him, stroking it so gently like the gem he saw it as.

"So- Sorry if my..."

Then he felt warmth in his hands, which provided him with massive amount of confidence. Although his brain was betraying him, he took the deepest breath he could manage, and maybe the last he'd ever find. It was all or nothing.

"...snoring kept y-you awake..."

Then it all stopped. All the pain and the betrayal of his body and the noises surrounding him. It was all black. But it didn't matter to him. His last seconds had been worth it. Through those few seconds, he had discovered what truly mattered to him- everything that he was looking for. It wasn't power or authority, wealth or immortality. It was the sort of thing that as long he has those, he cared for nothing else.

It was happiness. The happiness with the person he truly cherished and loved.

"...Liz..."

Maybe it is better this way...