Narka stepped forward.
Narka: "We were not created to hurt you. But we have become a burden".
He raised his weapon. Joceka looked at Haru, his eyes filled with sorrow.
Joceka: "Fight me, Haru".
Haru's voice cracked.
Joceka (with a painful smile): "If you don't do this... you will never recover".
The fight began. It wasn't a fight of strength, but of will. Every strike held a memory—days of loneliness, the nights where Joceka was his only companion, the moments he saved him from collapse.
Joceka fell to his knees and looked at Haru.
Joceka: "...Thank you for letting me live".
Then he faded like a flash of light, entering Haru's chest. Haru collapsed, weeping.