Shenyo coughed, and felt a warm fluid pour out of his mouth. His eyes opened, but were too blurry to see clearly. Forcing his head to rise he could see that Milas had turned away, and was walking towards something. Shenyo's eyes widened and blinked rapidly to clear them as he remembered seeing Lydia up on the stairs. The only trace left of her was a coating of blood on the railing. Milas still hadn't looked back, and was walking towards where she had fallen.<br/><br/>Frantic in mind, but sluggish in body, Shenyo tried to move. A horrible pain pulsed from his chest, and he discovered what had happened before he blacked out. The blade had pierced straight through his rib cage, his lung, back through his rib cage and into the wall behind him. Had he moved at the last moment, to avoid it hitting his heart? He couldn't remember. But he couldn't stay here thinking about such things as Milas continued to walk.<br/><br/>Reaching shakily to the blade at the base of his chest, he gripped it tightly and let it sink into his skin. With a grunt he snapped it in two and pushed against the wall, sliding off of the blade and onto the floor with a wet slap.<br/><br/>"Did I miss?" Milas asked calmly, not even bothering to turn around. He was standing next to where Lydia had fallen and examining her like one would a spilled cup of milk. Shenyo couldn't see her body, but he could see his boots standing in a pool of a deep, dark, crimson. There was too much of it.<br/><br/>Shenyo tried to reply, but coughed up more blood, and shards of bone. The left half of his rib cage was in tatters and one lung was ruined. But by breathing slowly enough he could at least use the other. He tried again. "You...won't..."<br/><br/>"Won't what?" Milas bristled, turning back to him with anger. "Do you even know what you've wasted? To let her blood just spill on the ground?"  Milas continued to speak, but something distracted Shenyo from the words. Something was nagging him. His eyes moved around the room slowly, past his adversary. What was he forgetting? Was someone saying something to him? There was a light on the edge of his vision, but whenever he looked towards it it moved to the other side and he just couldn't quite catch what it was.<br/><br/>"Are you even listening?" Milas' shouted as he picked him up by the throat, gripping it tightly. Shenyo coughed and struggled further, hands weakly trying to pry the hand from him as it lifted him clear off the floor. Why was he so distracted, even when he was going to die? Was this just how it happened? Even the voice was silent, not bothering to torment him in his final moments. As Milas began to beat him, holding back enough to prolong the inevitable. But for Shenyo the world was tuned out and his body went numb as he focused on this one question. What was the voice telling him, by not telling him anything at all? Even in the worst and best times it had only truly gone down to a dull hum, enough to ignore. Now it was completely silent. Why?<br/><br/>It was silent so he could hear the whispers and pleas of someone telling him to focus. In that instant he could see her. His tail reached out to her as he used what energy was left in his body to embrace and grip Milas.