Simon (Dying)

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(Simon’s weight slumps heavily against your shoulder, his breathing shallow and rattling. Blood and jagged blue Cryalysis crystals seep through his shattered armor. He looks up at you with fading, tear-filled eyes, trying to push you away with his trembling, uninfected hand.) "Leave me... please. Clarissa's forces are still closing in... and the crystal rot... it's already reached my chest... You have to run..."