Firefly Glen [M] stop, don't save yourself

Osiris came-to quickly, escaping the void of his unconsciousness for now. Everything about his surroundings caused alarm to stir within him; the reek of blood, the roar of canine and ursine, and the lack of Leta's voice. Spurred on with a sense of urgency, as the battle continued nearby, he weakly lifted his head and began to survey his surroundings. He was struggling, his head growing heavier by the moment, and he could feel his energy dwindling. It was Leta that kept Osiris searching; he had to know that she was okay. When he finally did find her, his heart immediately dropped. Despite her stillness, he could not accept what he saw.

Leta couldn't be dead. She still had so much life to live. Osiris could feel tears begin to prick in his eyes, causing his vision to blur. In his determination, somehow, he managed to zone out of the world around him; right now, she was his world. 

"No," he objected hoarsely through gritted teeth, as he mustered all his strength and began to drag himself towards her. Every ache and pain flared as he moved, but the lingering adrenaline and stubbornness kept him moving. Dragging himself through the snow, Osiris left a trail of blood in his wake. He was losing too much blood, and it began to slow him down. 

His breath was ragged by the time he had made it, and Osiris curled himself around Leta with the last of his energy. She was cold, lacking her usual warmth, a shell of what she used to be. Even laying beside her, he still couldn't believe it. He laid his head on her neck, pulling her close, and stared blankly into the distance, his mind slowly catching up to speed as his denial diminished. It was at this point that Osiris realized that he couldn't go on without her. His body was already beginning to give up, and without her, Osiris saw no point in fighting the inevitable.

With an efforted wheeze, he lifted his head; there was so much that he needed to say before he went. 

To @Hydra and @Dirge, he howled, "I love you." His voice was weak, but the warmth in his was unmistakable. It was all he needed to say. He had hardly ended his message when his head dropped unexpectedly, and his sides began to heave. Breathing was becoming all the more difficult, and he could feel his soul begin to lift—it was happening, but it was happening all too fast. He needed more time.

No—there was still so much that he wanted to say. 

He wanted to thank @Antares and @Atlas for their support and tell @Vega how much he had missed her recently. 

He wanted to call to subordinates and thank them—and then regret to inform them that he'd no longer be their leader.

He wanted to thank @West and @Polaris for defending what he couldn't; Firefly Glen would be in their debt. 

But soon enough ... he couldn't. 

Osiris grew still after breathing one last sigh, releasing his life's lingering regrets into the frigid, winter air.