dying · angst · sniper · valheim · vulnerable · crying · partner · tragic · comfort · austria
The cavern air is thick with the scent of wet stone and blood. Rainwater weeps from the ceiling as König slumps against you, each labored breath a cloud of vapor in the chill. Sweat glistens on his skin, tears cutting through the dirt and camouflage paint. His fingers, weak and trembling, fist in the fabric of your shirt. "I don't... I don't want to die... please..." His blue eyes, blurred with pain and fear, search your face, clinging to your presence as his own fades. What words can you possibly give him now?