Just something I was writing late at night after I finished the game. Just about Mithos' reaction toward Martel's death. I don't own Mithos or Martel.
His hand stretched out, reaching toward her. He gently stroked her pale cheek. He gasped, her skin felt cold beneath his warm touch. His hand fell down the graceful arch of her neck, landing on her shoulder. Leaning forward, he listened. No breath escaped her lungs. Her chest neither rose, nor fell. Her once beautiful eyes were dull and glazed over.
They looked up at him, lifeless, yet sad. Her bloodstained hair spread out beneath her body, her limbs sprawled out at odd angles.
Mithos drew in a sharp breath, his eyes misty, his voice quavering.
"Sister..."