Unfortunately, she couldn't pull out her communicator either. She had long since lost it during the turmoil. It was probably buried in the sand beyond their current vicinity. Her fingers curled weakly around his hand, trying to squeeze, but she couldn't. At least he was warm in contrast. The darkness's hold could be so cold.

"I'm sorry... Kanji-kun, I'm s-so sorry."

She doubted she would make it. It was impossible considering what had been damaged. She was still bleeding out in his arms and staining his clothes. Maybe she was in physical pain, but knowing him, he was in emotional anguish. Why did it have to be this--?

There was a sharp inhale before she let out a choked cough against his cheek. It felt like she was spitting out water, forcing something out that was attempting to creep into her lungs. Her soul shook and let out a stronger pulse.