Finally, when Darius's arm was growing tired and his rage was beginning to fade into confusion, Cassius decided it was enough.
He pulled back slightly, and the smile vanished from his face as if it had never been there.
In its place was a look of pure agony, of a man whose life was being taken from him.
"OH, MY CHEST—!" He wailed, his voice cracking with pain. "OH, MY CHEST! I'M DYING! I'M GOING TO DIE—!"
He stumbled backward, clutching his chest, the blood gushing between his fingers.
"WHY, YOUNG MASTER DARIUS?"
He cried out, his voice filled with anguish and betrayal.
"WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?"
"I ONLY ASKED FOR MY WIFE'S SAFETY! I ONLY WANTED TO PROTECT MY LOVED ONES!"
He collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with pain.
"DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO KILL ME LIKE THIS?"
"DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO TAKE MY LIFE?"
His body swayed dangerously, and he looked like he was about to collapse at any moment.
