He was drowning; sinking ever deeper, a crushing weight squeezing the last vestiges of breath from his aching body. Voices- muddled by the murky, liquid death, closing his eyes and ears and forcing its way into his throat as he tried desperately to scream. Who did the voices belong to? Why were they just standing idly by, watching him suffer? Why weren't they trying to help him?
"It's all your fault."
Ah, that's right. He didn't have anyone left to help. His reckless arrogance had seen to that. He'd gotten in too deep and
and
"I never meant for this to happen."
Warmth seeped away, leaving him
cold
empty
alone.
"It's all your fault. Why-"
Why not him instead? The harsh words echoed in his mind; steely gray eyes carving their way through him as he sank deeper, ever deeper. The voice was right. It should have been him. After all, he was as good as dead in the end, wasn't he? Now that he was
"All your fault."
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