All he had wanted to do was go to sleep. He was tired, his shoulder hurt, and he had had a long day. But, no, instead, here he was fighting for his life. Yet again. Earlier, he had originally planned this fight to be somewhere else and later on in the day. But, of course, he and his partner were ambushed by the very people they had planned on killing and even a few extra people as well. And now he had lost a heart. Terrific.
Why did his stupid partner always have to rush into things and get them caught up in those kinds of messes? One day...Oh ONE DAY, he WOULD find out how to kill that ungrateful bastard. For now, he just had to focus on staying alive. However, from the looks of things already, he probably wouldn't live to even see the sun set. The reasons for him to come to this conclusion was that not only did he lose two hearts already, one of them because of the unbelievable stupidity of his partner, but also because said-partner was now being lead away from the main fight. Just peachy.
Well well, it looks like he might get a chance to replenish his heart supply after all. Perhaps he WOULD survive this fight. He certainly had enough people ensnared for that.
So, it looks like he thought wrong. He never got a chance to replenish his supply of hearts and his idiotic partner never came back, he was probably incapacitated by now anyway. Now he was in horrible pain, couldn't move, and only had one heart left. One. And now someone was about to finish him off. Perhaps... Perhaps it was better that way... No one could live forever no matter what they did, not even his seemingly-immortal partner. After all... No matter who you are... Or what you do... We all fall down.