” Run… Run, you idiot! Don’t… come… back…”
That was the last of his strength, loud enough to be heard by his fleeing comrade. With a sigh he sank back against the spears. He grimaced, groaned in pain and looked at the blood flowing all around him. From his legs, his thigh, his stomach, his arms, everywhere.
Years ago, this sight would have driven him to madness.
At least it’s just me.
Weakly, he tried to lift his arm, move his body a little. Instead, shock waves of pain ran throughout his body as he felt his flesh being torn apart even more by the bamboo.
” Fuck. What… a way to go, eh?”
If he had enough will left, he would have pulled himself out, and just die outside of this infernal trap. But it’s too late for that. He faintly thought about how much nicer it would be to at least die fighting. But that’s asking for too much. He already wasted so much luck along the way. He really should have been dead a long time ago.
If he fought, Kurama would, too. What a nice thought.
His eyes started to get heavier.
He sank deeper.
You, by whom this closed heart has been opened …
” … was nice knowing ‘ya.”
And he smiled.