[His lips barely move to respond to her kiss, finding it harder and harder to move any part of his body. Childe has never felt so tired in his life, the pain being the only thing that's keeping him awake save for the sheer will to see her, to be with her in these final moments.

Selfish as ever, not allowing death to take him so he can get what he wants right up until the end.

The words that bubble up from his throat are coated in blood, and he's sorry for how macabre this is- but he can't go yet.]

It's okay...if you make me wait for a while longer. As long as you keep your promise now. Hahaha...we could make it a pinkie promise...Lu...mi...

[But he has no strength to move his arm, or even a single finger, his breathing slowing significantly, his body relaxing more and more as his life wanes. And in the seconds after, he stops breathing all together, his heart finally stopping as he lies in her arms, finally gone.]