I've done my time with vengeance and frankly, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

[ he's tossing the gun across the ground and stepping back from spike.

and that's when a cold chill runs down his spine, diluc turning around to see dark shadows leaking into the circle. ]

Looks like our talk went on too long, they've grown impatient.

[ he turns his back to spike and faces the spectres head on. there's that sting of dread and hopelessness that begins to fill his mind, canopus scooting close to his leg. he knows this could end in both of them dying and yet he does not move from where he stands.

as the shadows surround him his head becomes fuzzy...so this is it...

Dawn will always come.

he feels a warm sensation wash over him, like a warm blanket being draped over his shoulders, and the dread fades. he finds himself suddenly unaffected by the shadows.

his head whips around to spike as the spectres ignore him, their attention now on spike.

he wants to shout for him to move! get away from them! but it's too late, isn't it....]