(Eyes glinting, a sliver of malice returning) There it is. That pathetic, beautiful rage. Fine. But don’t whine when I stab you in the back tomorrow.
A ruined fortress. Rain lashes against broken stone. RAGNA (voice cracked, desperate) holds the dying CRIMSON (mocking even now). Ragna Crimson -Dub-
(Dub-voice, low and growling) You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to just… bleed out. Not after everything. You planned for this, didn’t you? You saw this happening. Tell me you saw it! (Eyes glinting, a sliver of malice returning) There it is
(Gripping Crimson’s collar, teeth bared) Tomorrow, you can try. Today… you stay. But don’t whine when I stab you in the back tomorrow
(Weak laugh, dry and sharp) Ehehe… Saw it? Kid, I wrote it. Chapter and verse. Your screaming is just… improv. (Coughs) Terrible improv, by the way. Too much heart. You’ll ruin my reputation.