He didn’t seem to have forces to get up. His voice was faint, and to breath started to become an homeric feat to him.

“S-sorry Meryl… I don’t know what’s h-happening with me… I’m so, so tired.”

Meryl had never experienced such despair in their whole life, and likely would never experience again.

For there they were, watching a child they had cared and loved as their own slowly perishing before their eyes, victim of a curse no one could break.

And the worst part?

“L-let’s keep going. I’ll get good as soon as we f-fix the timeline, right?”

He didn’t know the truth.

And Meryl would never be able to say that to him.

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