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It's painful
I'm dead.
Pathetic, isn't it?
Ivan’s sacrifice.
He could've won.
Why did he make that choice?
…
I'm glad Mizi’s still alive.
Ah, I wish I could've stayed longer, talked with her.
It's truly a shame.
Till blinked, before him was a place he remembered well, the bright forestry of Anakt Garden.
But why was he here? He was definitely dead.
He felt a cool breeze, it's strange, his wound didn't hurt anymore.
Was he truly dead?
He was in the Anakt Garden uniform.
Suddenly a hand touched his shoulder. He turned back to look at the person.
…
Ivan.
Fuck.
It's really him.
Is this the after life?
Memories from round 6 flashed into his mind.
The moment both he and Ivan stopped singing, the way Ivan threw his microphone. That kiss that Ivan had perpetrated, the choke and…his death.
Till recoiled away from the touch.
“I'm sorry.” The words from Ivan's mouth seemed so unfamiliar, this was a tone he’d never heard from the man before.
Till felt his throat close up. “You…”
Those were the only words he could muster before he ran away from him.
Just why? He didn't want to face him.
He ran into someone.
It was Sua. Mizi’s beloved.
Her face held a hint of surprise seeing him.
“Oh. You died.” She recovered from her shock quickly, a neutral expression plastered on. “I really was right.”
“Huh?”
“I met Ivan when he came here. I heard all about his sacrifice. It was foolish of him.” She looked up into the sky, “did you see Mizi?”
Till nodded. “Yes. Her hair’s been cut short. She's part of the human resistance.”
“That's good.”
Ivan made his way to them. He seemed a lot more relaxed then when Till first got here.
“Till.” His name sounded strange on his mouth, “I'm sorry.”