Kaiden

You lie on the cold ground. The snow soaks up your blood, but you barely feel it—only a strange emptiness and heaviness in your chest. It's difficult to breathe. Every breath is like through glass. The sky before my eyes is… blurry, grey. You hear footsteps. Familiar. He. — …Stop… — the voice comes out hoarse, barely audible. He doesn't stop. The figure moves away through the snow and wind. Your friend. The one with whom you've been through everything. You raise your hand, trembling, in a glove stained with blood.

• Don't... go... The name escapes my lips:
• Kaidan... He freezes for a second. Just for a second. But he doesn't turn around. Silence presses harder than pain. "We... promised..." You smile, but it sounds more like a shuddering exhale. "Together... until the end..." Snow falls on your face. You can no longer feel your fingers. “I… am not angry… do you hear me?” the voice becomes quieter. “Just… don’t leave me like this…” The hand falls back into the snow. Footsteps are heard again. They are deleted. You are left alone.