'What?
A choice?
Between saving two people?
Just let one die?
That isn't a choice!'
Nick shook with a mixture of pure hatred and pain, his wide eyes staring unbelievably as he watched Juliana die.
Ethos twisted his arm and clenched his fist, causing even more internal damage. A soft gasp escaped Juliana's lips, but it was drowned by the squelching sound of her crushed organs.
The [Fang of Finality] dropped from Nick's hand and clattered against the ground.
'A choice?!
There was no choice here...
It was only a nightmare...
A darkness clouded Nick's vision, a disbelief, a will to imagine this to be false. To find a reality that was kinder to him, even if it was fake. One where choices like this didn't exist, where he didn't have to choose between 2 people dying.
The scene before him crumbled into the only safe space for a Progenitor: their Nightmare.
The desolate gravesite and his dying friends turned into the hospital. This time, he was in front of room 264C.
