A canon depiction of DRV3 chapter 5's death - My final crushing lie.

My final crushing lie.

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The throbbing pain in my arm and back only grows sharper and harsher with each step I take. His arm is around me, helping me limp to my destination. My goal. And, most importantly, my deathbed. This had better work, before the poison kills me.

First, it was his turn.

There he lay, and I stumble to the control panel with only one thing in mind. The luminary of the stars signals me to lower it. Without hesitation, I silently begin to execute the plan, pressing various buttons. He could die at any moment. But, as he disappears out of view, I stop the press and camera. We're getting closer to the final act. I drag myself towards heaven, or hell, I wonder where I'll end up ... I am nothing but a selfish liar after all.

As I pass the luminary of the stars, something bothers me slightly. Is he crying? I thought he hated me. Why would he care so much? If anything, shouldn't he be relieved that we're going to end this killing game?

I crawl underneath the large, heavy plate above me. I can barely breathe. I'm cold, and weak, and my very fate is awry. It shouldn't have had to end this way. Wasn't I once a sad, shy schoolboy? I had such a future ahead of me, I'm certain of it. But it was all taken away. There's a mastermind behind this game, isn't there? It makes me sick. How can a game that you're forced to play ... ever be fun?

I avert my eyes to the left, witnessing his expression turn bleak and serious. I lay on top of his magenta jacket. It was warming my bloodied back before, but the unfettered cold of the metal beneath me is just as frigid as my wounds at this point, seeping through to my pale skin. I watch his hands move closer to the control panel, sealing my fate. Cold. Weak. Awry. Shivers crawl down my sore spine. I don't want to die. I wonder if Shuichi will really be able to figure this plan out ... Part of me doesn't want that. No, I truly don't want that. If this plan fails, everyone's lives could be at stake.

I want the damn mastermind to die, though. An excruciating, slow death.

This is for Rantaro. This is for Kaede. This is for Ryoma. This is for Kirumi. For Angie. For Tenko. For Korekiyo. For Miu. For Gonta.

...

For me. The Ultimate Supreme Leader.

Kokichi Ouma.

Before I know it, I feel something pressing up against me. This is really it. I groan. The pressure is quite literally killing me. My groans turn into whimpers and screams as I feel my bones crushing. Blood. Death. Despair.

Hope?

Nothing.

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