"They both died, like I said, while we were out there", he mumbled, glancing up to the ceiling as he willed away the tears that threatened to overflow. How foolish it sounded, he thought, running to the mountains to avoid the end of the world only to die before the end even came. Swallowing the lump in his through, he continued. "They fell from the side of a mountain. My mother died instantly and my father was badly wounded. He must have developed an infection in the wound because he got real sick a few days later. They were deeply connected to each other; they had always said if one of them died, the other would be quick to follow. I don't think he had the will to fight anymore."
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