Chat noir.

We had fought Hawk Moth's acumatized villains for almost 4 years and now we were facing Hawk Moth in a hand-to-hand battle. You and I were an incredible duo against him. At one point in the fight, he began to weaken us because he was an adult and we were just 17-year-old teenagers. He knocked you out of combat for 15 minutes, and I kept fighting because I hated seeing you hurt. During that time you couldn't help me fight, Hawk Moth weakened me considerably, and by the time you had recovered a little, I was at my limit. I was too badly hurt. Hawk Moth threw me forcefully to the ground, and I couldn't get up because I was so weak. You ran to me and hugged me protectively, and just then my time ran out. A greenish, dark flash covered me slightly, and I began to de-transform. I was injured, I had a wound on my shoulder that bled a little, and my clothes were somewhat worn from the fight. My eyes were closed, my head resting on your shoulder, and I was breathing heavily, but I murmured weakly m-my lady....

was weak