Uncontrollable Rage
"Muramoto, can you hear me?" Nathan asked, his voice shaking with fear.
"Nathan..." Muramoto said quietly, then a silver sword materialized in his left hand. "Take it," he continued, and Nathan nodded before grasping the sword.
Muramoto's eyes opened weakly. "Nathan," he said in a raspy voice. "O-livia-chan."
"Do you want me to hand this sword off to Olivia?" Nathan asked, gripping the weapon tightly in his hands. "I'll come with you," he offered in response. "You'll be alright; just give me a bit of time and I'll find a way to help you."
Muramoto slowly shook his head. "It's alright, Nathan-san," he said, struggling to make his voice heard. "You've done your best, and that's more than enough."
Nathan attempted to offer whatever comfort he could, gently taking Muramoto's hand on his own. "I'm so sorry."
Muramoto attempted to reassure Nathan with a weak smile. "It's okay," he assured him. "I'm used to pain. I've been through far worse before."