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"What's all this blood?" Was the first thing that came from his mouth. He was used to cold murder, but this…

"He saved us." Feitan snapped his head to look at Chrollo, who was looking away from him, his face giving away the pain that his voice could only mask.

"I don't understand." He shook his head, his black hair brushing along the sides of his face.

"Phinks did. After he disappeared a couple months ago, we all thought he had died from becoming overwhelmed by enemy forces, but he reappears here," Chrollo gestured to another room, presumably one that the blonde preoccupied, "and well, we weren't too far off."

Feitan felt his breath catch in his throat. "He's in there?" Was all he could ask, taking a step towards the other room. The spider head only nodded, his tears already streaming down his face. Feitan assumed the worse at that point. The last time the boss has cried was… Feitan swallowed hard, forcing himself forward.

There was more blood in this room, so much so he couldn't even distinguish Phinks' body from the others before he spotted a bit of green. Soon he was by the blonde's side, wiping blood from his face with pale hands: pale, shaking, thin hands.

The enhancer stirred as he felt something flutter across his face, panicked and unsure. As he slowly opened his eyes, he heard a small gasp, and the tickling feeling was retracted. When he completely opened his eyes, he saw Feitan, his eyes brimming with water, expression unreadable with the cloth blocking his view.

"Baichi, what did you do?" His tone was angrier than he had intended, and he could feel his tears begin to cascade down his cheeks. "Why would you do this?"

"I protected the Spider." Phinks muttered. "It's what I promised to do when I joined."

Feitan shook his head. "No."

"No?"

"You weren't suppose to die." The transmuter looked down at him, making the best eye contact he could. "That's why I sent you away, so I didn't have to watch you die."

Phinks let out a weak chuckle, coughing up a bit of blood in the process. "Nice to know you care."

"Of course I do, how could you-"

"Please." He paused, letting Feitan have to time to process the word. The blonde continued, knowing he had his attention. "Tell me you forgive me."

"How? After all that you've put me through-"

"Please," he pleaded once more, grabbing the other's hands weakly, "it's my last request from you."

Feitan wiped at his eyes, trying to get rid of the rivers he had formed before addressing the man before him. "I already have baichi." He leaned over and kissed the blonde's forehead, smiling despite the pain in his chest. "I forgive you."

"That's good," Phinks murmured, closing his eyes.

"I'll make sure to give you a proper burial, like the ones your people did."

He laughed, more blood dribbling to the side. "Now I'll be able to rest in peace," he joked. His breathing hitched as the blonde's body drove him for the last couple seconds before his death. "Tell the troupe, that I'll miss them."

"I will."

"Feitan?"

"Yes?"

"You look like an angel."

"An angel of death." he retorted out of habit.

"Yeah, I guess you're right…" his voice trailed off as his body became still, the room eerily echoing the blonde's last words. Feitan closed the eyes of his companion before kissing him one last time.

"Good night, baichi."