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He lays on the roof of the tamakoma building, left arm right leg numb.
He stopped seeing through his right eye days ago.
He barely realizes that his combat body shuts down. He stays still.
He feels the cracks on his trion skin.
He hears footsteps and looks to the side.
Jin looks down sadly.
Osamu is crying.
Chika is sobbing into Usami's shirt.
Hyuse looks at him with an unreadable expression.
Trion is leaking fast.
He feels his injuries for the first time in years.
And yet, as he looks at his friends, it's worth it.
To live just a few years more was the best that had happened to him.
It's ironic that just as he's learned how to live he has to die .
His senses are going.
He can no longer feel osamu holding his hand. Or chika running her hand through his hair.
Or hyuse's shaking hand on his shoulder.
He cant see usami as she sobs.
Or jin as he blocks yotaro from seeing him.
He cant taste the blood anymore.
As the sobs fade in his mind he takes a final breath and everything left stops. Quiet is the last thought that goes through Yuma's head.