[Little Giants Microman] more drabble
He watched in horror as the light engulfed her and she cried out in agony, trapped within Angolmois’ vice-like grip. Beside her, Dark’s body disintegrated almost immediately under the pressure and he knew she would not last much longer. But he could not lift a finger to help her, knowing that as soon as he touched her, he would be trapped as well.
Her armour melted away to reveal her human form, violet eyes already darkening as she struggled. She stretched out a hand, desperate to reach him before her physical body disappeared. His heart constricted as her struggles weakened and their eyes met.
“Flame...”
But he couldn’t. He couldn’t take her hand, couldn’t grant her final desire. He could come to her defence; protect her in an act of chivalry when she didn’t need it. But when she was truly in need of him, he could not come to her aid. He could not die here, when everything he worked for was so close and coming to her aid would only prevent him from achieving his goal.
She died with his name on her lips and her hand still reaching for him, her gaze forgiving him for his last act of selfishness.
He faced Angolmois with renewed fury, attacking desperately in his rage and grief.
Purple...
Angolmois overpowered him effortlessly and he was caught under that same pressure, crushing his bones. His vision swam in and out of focus, but he could see those Micro Warriors, irritating to the end, and felt a fleeting surge of humiliation that they were witnessing his ultimate failure. But it was her voice that her heard, her face that he saw as his final breath left him.
Forgive me.