Guilt

Cassian's grip tightened as if sensing his defiance. "Don't bother," Cassian said, his voice a low growl. "You're finished."

But Lucas was not finished. Not yet.

He raised the shard of ice, his hand trembling from the effort. Cassian's eyes narrowed, expecting another desperate attack. But Lucas didn't strike at him. Instead, with a final, defiant glare, he turned the shard inward and plunged it into his own chest.

Cassian's eyes widened in shock, his grip on Lucas faltering as the ice shard pierced through his ribcage. The world seemed to freeze for a moment, the storm of frost and fury around them coming to an abrupt halt.

"What are you—" Cassian began, but his voice was cut off as Lucas's body convulsed. With no hesitation, he let go of Lucas's neck. He let him drop to the ground.