"I’m sorry," Blaise mouthed as he released the hold he had on Theo’s hand. "I love you..." He ran then, turning his back on the love of his life as he rushed forward and threw himself in front of Hermione, shielding her from Hela’s sword. He had no idea what would happen from here on out, but he knew that this was what he was meant to do—it was his destiny, foretold in a prophecy that would ruin countless lives. Closing his eyes as the freezing metal pierced his heart, Blaise refrained from crying out, not wanting Theo to know just how much it hurt sacrificing himself for the good of them all.