As the words spill from your mouth in a steady stream, an anger begins to rage within you: how dare Percy be so happy in this wasteland! He deserves to be punished!
You drop the book and seize the pirate by the throat, pulling the puppet off your hand. You scream as you rip Percy into shreds, and scatter the pieces all over the ground.
Once the deed is done, your anger washes away, and you stare at your hands and the ground in horror. You have killed your best friend! How could you do such a thing?!
The pain of seeing the scattered cloth is too much, and you claw at your eyes until you cannot see anything any more. You feel yourself fall on the ground. Sleep takes you.
You are dead.