"Live..."

With all the strength left in his dying body, August shoves December off the edge of the cliff. August isn't exactly proud of what he's done, but if it means December might live, it's worth it.

The air feels much colder without December's warmth beside him, but August thinks that's okay. He won't be feeling it for much longer, will he? The enemy is closing in and... wait, is that...?

"July..."

August reaches out towards July with the hand that isn't pressed against his bleeding wound, and smiles in relief. His hazy, dying mind thinks July is here to save him.

He doesn't question why July is here, or how he knew that August needs help, August's mind is too tired for that. He's just glad July is here.