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"Nooooo!" Alex shouts, racing across the battlefield to Morgan. "MORGAN!" they didn't make it in time. Instead, they grasp onto his frail and limp body as tears roll down their face.
"If I only could, I'd make a deal with god and get him to swap our places. Be running up that road or up that hill..."
There's a second where Morgan isn't the body lying on the battlefield, and Alex is in Morgan's place with Morgan leaning over Alex.
Then it shifts back, and Alex clings to Morgan, bawling their eyes out.
