Roran

"No, move! I have to move!" he muttered under his breath.

Seeing the person he was supposed to protect lying dead on the ground, Roran felt rage and a wish for vengeance, but he was bound—he couldn't move.

After all, he had been given one last objective.

Feeling tears fall upon the hand he was using to keep Lily silent, he gritted his teeth in frustration.

"It's alright, I am here," he whispered quietly, only for the two of them to hear.

'Never in a million years would I have thought something like this would happen,' Roran, trying to keep himself occupied to forget the rage, tried to keep himself busy with his thoughts.

If he were just a bit stronger… if he were born just a bit earlier… he might have been able to prevent this from happening.

He was shown such hospitality, and how did he thank them? How did he repay them?

He failed to do the one thing he was supposed to.

Did he even have a reason to go on anymore?