The sun rose behind them.
Damian dragged himself forward with his right arm, his shattered leg scraping behind him, leaving blood on ground already soaked with it. His left arm was gone. The stump had stopped bleeding but every movement sent fresh pain through his shoulder.
'Vash.'
The distance felt like a kilometer.
Vash swayed on his feet, one hand pressed against his chest. The hole where his heart should be was visible even from here, dark and wrong. Blood ran between his fingers but not enough. Not the amount that should be pouring from a wound like that.
Damian reached him as his knees gave out.
Thud
Vash hit the ground, his massive frame making the impact sound heavier than it should..
Behind them, Elizabeth sat unmoving where Vermont had placed her, her one remaining arm wrapped around Adrian's unconscious form, her face empty of everything except grief.
