Make the most out of no time

Remi tried to hold onto Sam's hand even as the other man pulled away, but his strength had all but been sapped away. "You should not—" He tried to take a breath, but found it hard to fully inflate his lungs as if there was a great weight suddenly sitting on his chest. "—be here with me—" The alchemist managed, knowing now that Jigano was right. Inadvertantly or not Sam had been hurt, and it was completely his fault. Even as the ascended rose to his knees gasping in pain, Remi couldn't help the muffled and shallow sob that breathlessly floated from his lips at the sound. That Sam could feel the pain he was in, was Remi's fault as well. "Sam—" He started to say, though his words were cut short by his friend's scream and the light and cold air that suddenly burst through. But that was the thing about domes, the shape was held together by the support of the entire system working together. As Sam's fist punched a hole clean through, the collapse was imminent. Dirt rained down on the alchemist who tried to take in a hasty breath out of both surprise and preservation, before it was suddenly expelled as the weight of the ceiling of his structure collapsed onto an already severally wounded chest. remi Too long till I drown in your hands