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Narrowleaf spit up more blood, as the offer was made. "...N-nope..."
Narrowleaf shook his head. "N-no. I don't want y-you to die for me...." He begged. (Nyeh heh. Good luck with that. >:D)
"Brisk... That... Is yours, isn't it?" Narrowleaf asked.
(Nope. Not overboard.) "Wh-where'd you...?" Narrowleaf mumbled.
"Brisk... It's up to you... I c-can't th-think..." Narrowleaf said, weakly.
"I d-don't know..." Narrowleaf coughed, blood dripping from his mouth.
"Everything... It sh-shattered..." Narrowleaf mumbled.
"This is... not your fault..." Narrowleaf groaned, turning to face Brisk. "Nor... Is it yours..."
Narrowleaf shook his head. "I'm f-fine..." He said, lying.
Narrowleaf hugged Brisk, trembling. "I'm s-sorry..." He whispered.
"I l-love you... Wh-why would I want to g-give up...?" He replied, starting to cry as well.
"Brisk... H-he's wrong..." Narrowleaf said, faintly.
"N-no... I don't want you to cry... B-be strong..." Narrowleaf explained.
"I'm trying... It... Brisk..." He muttered. "I'm sorry..."
Narrowleaf shook his head weakly. "...Too...late..." He wheezed.
"Shh..." Narrowleaf said, beforce wincing once more.
Narrowleaf winced. "It's so cold..." He murmured.
"Oh... Okay..." He replied. "...Hold on..."
Narrowleaf's heartbeat began to slow. "Brisk...?" He murmured, hoarsely.
Narrowleaf winced in pain, then collapsed. The arrow snapped and shattered, wooden bits floating in his blood.
