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Hazel's words struck Rick to his core. He had hurt Hazel in some way and the thought sickened him. What had he done to her? What had he done to make her say these things? Had he been responsible for making sure she fell to whatever force had warped her mind. Perhaps he had, in which case his fate was justified. He felt her prosthetic leg at his throat. Rick knew that this was how Hazel had killed her mother, by crushing her windpipe with her metal leg. It would be a quick death at least. Painful sure, but quick. "Hazel." He said weakly, the pain and the boot on his throat making it hard to talk. He was going to say more, and then she screamed.
Rick wanted to help her, he would do whatever it took to help Hazel. But there was nothing he could do. The burns on his arms were minor, but still sapped his strength. The massive amount of electricity that Hazel had sent coursing through his body had done the rest. His breathing was labored, he could feel his body shutting down. It was different than past situations... this was more final. He looked up at her and smiled a sad smile. With a bloody hand, he reached up and gently caressed her cheek. "Hazel... dear sweet Hazel..." Rick was struggling to find the words. "I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused you and the others..." He trailed off, gathering his strength for a moment. "I've been a fool... an idealistic, self-righteous fool..." Another pause to gather the breath to speak. "Please... get yourself the help you need..." Rick closed his eyes, he could feel himself fading away. "Ammy... my blades and armor are hers... and Mordic... tell her... tell her I..." Before he could finish the thought, Rick fell limp.
Rick wanted to help her, he would do whatever it took to help Hazel. But there was nothing he could do. The burns on his arms were minor, but still sapped his strength. The massive amount of electricity that Hazel had sent coursing through his body had done the rest. His breathing was labored, he could feel his body shutting down. It was different than past situations... this was more final. He looked up at her and smiled a sad smile. With a bloody hand, he reached up and gently caressed her cheek. "Hazel... dear sweet Hazel..." Rick was struggling to find the words. "I'm so sorry for the pain I've caused you and the others..." He trailed off, gathering his strength for a moment. "I've been a fool... an idealistic, self-righteous fool..." Another pause to gather the breath to speak. "Please... get yourself the help you need..." Rick closed his eyes, he could feel himself fading away. "Ammy... my blades and armor are hers... and Mordic... tell her... tell her I..." Before he could finish the thought, Rick fell limp.