[3rd POV..]

"Why did you do this..." A soft voice resounded throughout the room.

"... I'm the villain remember~? Ashe.. Always the villain~ Never the hero.." The boy responded with a stoical grin as he stared at the male bleeding out from horrible stab wounds.

"You're not.. Like this.. But I still.. Forgive you." he replied with a weak chuckle eventually dying.

"UGH JUST SHUT UP WITH THIS NONSENSE ALREADY I.DONT.NEED.YOUR.SYMPATHY." The man snapped and screamed.

He began stomping around the place and swung his arm about, as he flung his arms about he happened to smack a vase that was placed on a desk beside him.

*PING*

The vase shattered from impact as something fell out.. A folded up note.

The dying man on the floor weakly said...