Cross and Adranos stood back-to-back, checking back and forth across the group of abominations surrounding them. There were a lot and it was uncertain if they would walk out of there alive. They looked back at one another and nodded before they readied their weapons and charged their opponents.
After an exhausting battle, Cross noticed Adranos was just standing still at the other end of the room, not saying anything for a while. He walked over to him and asked him “Adranos, are you alright? Are you hurt?”. In one swift movement Cross was hovering above the ground, grabbing the hand whose grip was around his neck. Adranos stared him straight in the eye and Cross noticed he was different, he wasn’t himself.
"A-Adranos! What are you doing? Let go, please-!" Cross wasn’t allowed to finish as the burning feeling in his chest completely stopped him in his tracks. His eyes traveled down from his companion’s face to his arm, to the blade resting in his torso. Cross looked back up at Adranos, whose expression hadn’t changed the slightest, almost like he didn’t care at all.
The young man threw the body into a nearby pillar and then watched the green-haired boy trying his best to get back up, but it was hopeless. “Why…?” was all that the dying lad could ask as he reached for him. And then nothing. The hand laid still on the floor, his face expressed great sadness even after he had left this world. The puddle of blood had stopped growing. The only thing that could be heard was the rain hitting the roof.
Adranos walked towards the exit and with one last look he checked the corpse of his former companion, a single tear rolling down his cheek. “…Sorry…” He whispered before he walked out into the storm.