A 'Good' Man's Farewell

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Emir cried out in agony as blood sprayed from the grievous wound.

"…Deserved I'd say. You look down on people too much—"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Does it hurt that much? You should be used to this… you were tortured—"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

"SHUT UP! STOP FUCKING SCREAMING!"

"AAHHH…. Uhhh, alright." 

Sigh...

"But still… it hurts a lot, you know. Even though I'm used to it. Though I guess there's a first time for everything."

Alex dumbfoundedly stared at Emir, his mouth agape. 

"…You, you're not scared? I'll kill you, you know?"

Emir's twin swords hovered before his head as if saying hi to their owner, whom they were about to kill.

"Well, I don't know, to be honest…" 

"I just can't believe it." 

"…I always won, against all odds, with plans in mind that had always worked."

Emir scoffed.

"I guess it just didn't this time…"