@acotarnet​ event seven: one death → the suriel

“Stay….” it breathed. “Stay…until the end.” 

I took its hand in mine. “I’m sorry.” It was all I could think to say. I had done this—I had brought it here. 

“I knew,” it gasped, sensing my shift in thoughts. “The tracking…I knew of it.” 

“Then why come at all?” 

“You…were kind. You…fought your fear…you were kind.”