You wanted this.

An unnatural chill flooded his lower half, breaking over his body like a splash of icy water. It slapped his skin like raw, prickly heat of a fever, making him shiver involuntarily. He could tell that he was no longer on the ground. Cliff's arms, however, he could not feel.

Wanted this? he thought blearily. I wanted...

Like the crack of leather, Kyanos' voice came bitterly into his mind. You wanted this.

The frigid feeling only grew. Isaac's gaze refocused just enough to see his reflection in Cliff's green, watery eyes. The bubble of something dark was drooling from his mouth, and his nose was flaring, attempting to suck in air.

Did I want this?, he felt surreal, as he stared calmly at the way his hair was clumping together in bloody, sweaty spikes. Shakily, his remaining arm moved weakly upwards, resisting gravity just enough to smear a few bloody fingers across Cliff's cheek-- numbly scraping over stubble-- before flapping uselessly to the side.

You wanted... hissed an angry, hungry voice, To kill me.

Isaac blinked. One eyelid tiredly roved up much slower than the other. From a few feet away, the glowing runes of his cat o' nine began to slowly fade, plunging Isaac's rended arm slowly into darkness.

YOU WANTED TO DIE, the voice screeched, speaking with many layered voices-- an inhuman sound that melted into the higher pitched screams that surrounded them.

Isaac's eyes had glazed over, brown and unseeingly glassy, as they stared at a point just beyond Cliff's shoulder. In the corner of his vision, he could see the tip of his friend's cowboy hat, scuffed and frayed, as though something had tried to chew it.
The faint silhouette of that hat appeared in the back of his mind, overturned and filled with three stuffed, beanbag animals. Each had a ribbon on the collar; addressed to one Zoey Renolds.
I'm not sure if that's a great way to leave a gift, in your hat, he heard himself thinking to Cliff. Even Adam had gone along with it-- they'd left the beanie babies on Zoey's bed, for her to find.

The random memory faded like an afterimage. You wanted this, was the faint hiss he had heard at the tail end.

I wanted-- Isaac's mouth gurgled. The last thing he saw was Cliff's face, twisted with tears, and the reflection of his own eyes stiffly widening.

From a few feet away, Kyanos hissed in Isaac's grey, rigid hand, slowly shrinking into a grey and formless tablet, that then melted into grey and formless ash.

What did I want?