Cameron lies at your feet, his sword laying limply in his hand as he bleeds out. You did this. You were the one who had ripped a hold in his stomach, and now, you're looking down at him as he slowly dies.
Cameron - "F-filthy... villain... The gods will s-see that you are taken care of, I trust that they w-will..."
The poor boy can barely get the words out, blood pooling in his mouth as he struggles to stay alive.
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