[meme] last words -- continued;

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[This was bound to happen eventually. And if she was going to be honest about it? This was how she wanted to go out -- in a blaze of glory. Granted, she knew her loved ones wouldn't exactly see it that way.

In her time as a medic, she'd seen a lot of blood, but never from herself. And judging by the sheer amount she'd already lost, she'd be dead in a matter of minutes. In her final minutes of life, she was laying in a pool of her blood wondering if it was all worth giving her life.]

DAKEN;
[Daken knew about death. He surrounded himself with it constantly, living off the sensation that came from knowing he had taken the life of someone else. When he knelt beside Haylie, one look told him everything he needed to know.

He didn't mince useless words, lying to her or trying to make light of the situation. There was a flicker of a soft emotion in his eyes, something close to sympathy but with a harder edge. He looked around at the smoldering remains that were all that was left of her opponents. A finger ran lightly over her cheek.] Not bad. Not bad at all.

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[Her breathing was heavy, labored, and she glanced down at the hand that was barely holding her intestines inside her body and was impressed by the amount of blood she seemed to have lost already. Which was morbid, of course, but she highly doubted that anyone's last thoughts were ever rational.

She looks up as soon as she sees Daken, blinking at the touch and unusual glimpse of sympathy in his eyes. She never expected that from him, but it wasn't unwelcome.]

D-Daken, I need you to promise me somethin'.

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[Anyone else would have automatically said "Anything" and then listened to a dying woman's words. But Daken was from a harder breed than that. All he did was tilt his head and wait, continuing to stroke Haylie's cheek. What a shame, such a beautiful body going to waste.]

Go on. I'm listening.

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[In a rare display of trust, even for her, she tilted her head against his hand, seeking that little bit of comfort knowing that he'd be the last person she saw before leaving this life.]

Find Master Mold and-- and-- kill him. Annihilate him and make him pay for everythin'.

[The color was now draining from her skin, and her once vivid green eyes were beginning to fade. She had maybe a minute left by now, and she was fighting to hold on as long as she could. But her body had other plans.]

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[There was a macabre sense of amusement Daken found in Haylie's request, so full of violence and anger. It suited her well. His lips grazed over her's in the barest of kisses before pulling away. Better for her not to die anymore pissed off at him that she already was.]

I promise.

[And as Daken had often been fond of pointing out, he never said anything he didn't fully intend on doing.]