John watched Elya fly out the window, unable to do anything more than watch.
He staggered to his feet, spitting the blood running down from his nose out of his mouth. He felt bruised, but nothing was broken, yet.
He'd failed another one. Images flashed before him: Thomas, Maximus, Saaphir, and now Elya.
she's not dead yet. He told himself. If only he believed it.
"Viator, I don't know if you can hear this, but open a portal to space if you can. I'll try to drag him out with me."
He would not lose anyone else because of his inability to kill. Even if that meant he had to die too.