✪ Focus on others, not on ones self ✪ [Audio]

[loyal_cube]

[Cube's voice, although weak and trembling, can be heard just barely]

There are some-- medical supplies... in my basket, on the roof...

...there also is- first aid kit... in- cafe.

please stay alive

((OOC: Acton welcome, if anyone is around. Otherwise, he'll just be over here, dying... not responding very much))

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[Voice] dad why you do this D8

[u_n_asplode]

[She doesn't like that, no sir.]

Cube! Cube! Where are you? CUBE!

[TAKING OFF OUT THE NEAREST WINDOW you may hear some shattering glass]

[hollisland]

[Hello, you're being shot at! Corpses don't just make themselves you know.]

[u_n_asplode]

[OW

MY RIBS

Flandre's wings shudder, and her flight falters. It felt like
she had been hit in the torso with a sledgehammer, and whoever had done so had set one of her lungs ablaze in passing.]

No one fires at my Not!Daughter

[loyal_cube]

[He was saving his energy, in hopes someone would come to him but--

This was unacceptable.

Cube barely props the rifle up before taking a shot from the roof, laser aimed at the armored "idiot." He couldn't see if he made a hit or miss, though. His vision was blurring.]

[Voice]

[pilot_princess]

Cube?! Cube, don't die on me like this!

[Voice]

[loyal_cube]

[Sorry, he kinda spent his last moments of life getting revenge. Your words are barely heard as he blacks out.]

[prodigal_axe]

Cube! HEY, answer me...

[loyal_cube]

[Sorry, he can't.]

[prodigal_axe]

.... Damn it.