Kristoff: For it to work, it will take too much for a human body to handle. The amount of blood loss will no doubt kill the person (As he spoke, he reached into his sleeve and took out a dagger, curving at the tip, as it gleamed in the dim sunlight) But, as I said before, I am willing to make that sacrifice
Enricho: Wait, you were serious about that? Come on, Kristoff, there has to be another way
Kristoff: There is no other way, I'm afraid
Enricho: Of course there is
Kristoff: Even a dozen witches wouldn't suffice. No matter who it is that comes, a life must end for the gates to open. It rather it be mine, a man who has lived out a long life in a world where that is nearly impossible, then let it be someone young and still willing to see what the world has to over
Enricho: Kristoff, you can't!
Kristoff: But I can. And, I'm afraid, my friend, I must
(Before Enricho could stop him, Kristoff took the blade to his throat and slashed it, making sure it was a deep cut, as his blood began to pour out from his neck. The blood stained his robes, turning the front from a holy white to the red from his blood. Kristoff still stood there, and proceeded to cut more wounds into his body, as he tried his best to stand, wobbling as the blood ran down his body like a river. He slashed his torso, he slashed his arms, and he didn't stop even there. He jammed the knife into each wound he could while he still had some energy left. He didn't stop until he was barely able to hold the knife anymore. And yet throughout the event, he kept the calm look on his face, almost peaceful, as the blood poured out of his body, his skin turning as pale as his eyes, as he fell to his knees and looked at the sky, almost in a sort of contentment. As the two tried not to stare at the sight, they soon noticed that the blood that was on the ground was slowly disappearing, as if the ground itself was drinking the blood)
Enricho: Wait, you were serious about that? Come on, Kristoff, there has to be another way
Kristoff: There is no other way, I'm afraid
Enricho: Of course there is
Kristoff: Even a dozen witches wouldn't suffice. No matter who it is that comes, a life must end for the gates to open. It rather it be mine, a man who has lived out a long life in a world where that is nearly impossible, then let it be someone young and still willing to see what the world has to over
Enricho: Kristoff, you can't!
Kristoff: But I can. And, I'm afraid, my friend, I must
(Before Enricho could stop him, Kristoff took the blade to his throat and slashed it, making sure it was a deep cut, as his blood began to pour out from his neck. The blood stained his robes, turning the front from a holy white to the red from his blood. Kristoff still stood there, and proceeded to cut more wounds into his body, as he tried his best to stand, wobbling as the blood ran down his body like a river. He slashed his torso, he slashed his arms, and he didn't stop even there. He jammed the knife into each wound he could while he still had some energy left. He didn't stop until he was barely able to hold the knife anymore. And yet throughout the event, he kept the calm look on his face, almost peaceful, as the blood poured out of his body, his skin turning as pale as his eyes, as he fell to his knees and looked at the sky, almost in a sort of contentment. As the two tried not to stare at the sight, they soon noticed that the blood that was on the ground was slowly disappearing, as if the ground itself was drinking the blood)
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Boy, Kristoff was useless. Not even a 日 returning and he got himself killed XD
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