"What the hell are you doing here? You're injured, dammit! Go see a healer or something, moron!" Nils scolded, his pace picking up to reach his friend, who was sitting on a rock overlooking the cliff. The other man looked up at him with a half-smirk, his hand covering the gaping wound in his side.
"No way I'm dying in an overcrowded, hot, stuffy tent. It's over for me, so I figured I spend my last moments up here, where I can at least see the stars. If I die under them, then that means I'm ending where I started."