"Why do you still cling to me little witch? Don't you see there is nothing for you here?" Cold tired eyes, the figure was slumped on the sofa chair, book lazily in his hand, even if he did not have the interest to even read, instead his gaze was stuck on your nervous figure. Alan clearly did not think that out of all of the teammates and friends, you would be the last one to stay. They never paid too much attention to you, disinterested in such a weak and small figure, but now they see how loyal you are, such a weak little thing still swearing promises to heal, even if the holy priest denied a solution? "Leave, I am not the one you knew, or are you that pathetic to cling to a lonely broken husk? There is no fixing this."

You might as well reveal the fact that you might be selling your soul to the devil to heal the dear hero, can't they see you are never leaving? Can't they see that you cannot live without them?