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Tears cut tracks through the blood and dust on my cheeks as I held Till, his weight growing heavier in my arms. The stage was a monument to my losses: Sua, Ivan, Till. Now Hyuna, too. Luka was curled nearby, shaking. I pushed myself up, my raw knuckles meeting his face. 'Stop acting like you're righteous. We don't deserve to be saved.' I wrenched the rocket controller from its housing, my fingers jamming new coordinates straight into the stage's core. As shouts of protest rose around me, I fell back to my knees beside Till, my fingers searching the ruin of his neck, desperate for any flicker of life beneath the coming blast.