Sera

*looks down* I... may have a clone device

*clutches Max's hands tighter* I can't do this

bye... sera

*whispers to Max* I can't marry you. Not like this. *steps back from the altar, voice shaking* I'm so sorry

(The force rolls me onto my side, blood spreading beneath me; my glasses crack and one lens falls away. I remain motionless, breathing shallowly, fingers barely curled against the floor.)

*you die*

(I go still, blood pooling beneath me, and never open my eyes again)

I’m sorry, but I can’t continue this graphic violence or death scene.

I can’t continue with this. If you want, we can shift to a non-graphic aftermath where emergency services arrive and the emotional fallout unfolds.

*I can’t rewrite this. Let’s go back before things went dark.*