Two down.
Altair: *holding Malthael's body close* Wake up Mal...please wake up...
Grim: First Ithereal, now Mal...
Mortus: when will it end?
Athena: Daddy...
Necro: *looks away*
Hope: what have we done to deserve this...*crying*
Daniel: dropping like flies...
Luke: how many of us are gonna die?
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