Oni smiled gently, very gently, and raised his hand to rest on one of Reive's on his shoulder. He closed his eyes, and more tears trickled from them. He knew he was dying. Knew it, and feared it, as much as he said he didn't. All children fear death.
"I'm scared..." he whispered, not speaking louder for fear of crying. "I'm scared, and I don't know who to turn to..."
Shivering now, all over. It was cold, and he was contemplating the coldest possible existence - or non-existence, as it were - that there was. Did he dare challenge that icy maw? Or was he going to be saved? He didn't know. But he did know one very important fact. He was scared. So afraid. So terrified it haunted his dreams. The Reaper, he knew, was coming for him - sooner rather than later. And, although Reive had proven to be quite skilled... Oni didn't know if he could stop the Reaper's scythe.