"We should do it. I don't want -- I don't want you to die. If you think he's winning, retreat! We can fight later." If he lost Yoongi, he lost whatever shred of hope he had. He held onto Yoongi's hand tight and eyed the door. It seemed to get further and further away as his anxiety got worse but slowly, it stopped and he willed himself to move.

"Don't let them get me." That was all he asked. "I'd rather die."