Dron heard every last word.
He couldn't open his eyes or say anything, but he heard everything that Tempest said while she was lying next to him.
Dron cursed his body for failing him. He was stronger than this. Stronger than some mystery poison coursing through his veins. At least that is what he wanted to believe…turns out he was mistaken.
He'd never felt as much pain as he had when Gerax had been cutting away pieces of him, morsel by morsel.
Then the pain was exacerbated by what he heard Tempest saying.
He thought when she told him that she loved him that he wouldn't have to worry anymore about losing her. That she would be his.
