Nagisa's vision was swimming in red and black.
Her breath rattled in her chest, tasting of blood and grit.
Dust choked the air, mixing with the iron scent pouring from the cuts on her face and arms.
Every muscle screamed with her every heartbeat thudded painfully against her cracked ribs.
But even through the haze of pain there was something stubborn flickered deep inside.
I… I can't…
She felt the pull of despair, dragging her down like thick mud.
Yuzuha's shadow loomed above her, massive and hateful like she was ready to end this once and for all.
But even as her arms trembled under her own weight, Nagisa felt it.
It was a warmth, buried under the bruises and broken bones. A warmth that wasn't hers alone.
...Kou-kun… everyone…
The memory of him flashed before her eyes. Kouhei's stubborn grin, that infuriating calm, the warmth of his hand. The others, too, like the looks they'd shared, the fights they'd survived side by side.
