Can You Survive Blaine Boysmell/TrueEnding

==TRUE ENDING==
The cold air feels heavenly as you step out into the night. You're still in Ishgard, you can see, although you're not sure what part of it.
You see now that your captor's shed sits atop a cliff with a view of the Empyreum, but nearly impossible to see from the residential area.
From behind you, you hear the Viera sigh...
"Moments like these remind me of why I ever bothered trying to make friends, despite how egregiously difficult it has always been for me."
You turn around to face him, only to be blinded for a fraction of a moment by a flash of light.
Though deafening in volume, the sound of the gun being fired is just as fleeting.
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You're aware of the fact that you've been shot, but you don't feel the pain right away. There's a numb sort of pressure towards the centre of your torso.
The Viera returns his musketoon to its holster, which you realize is hidden underneath his smock.
"Loud and obnoxious, but quicker than cutting and stabbing. Far less personal, too. I hope you don't mind...you probably do, though."
You aren't able to speak. You're not sure what you'd say.
"I considered telling you that I was sorry to do this, but I don't think I'm making the best impression as it is...so I'm going to refrain from lying."
He adjusts his glasses with a frustrated exhale. You get the feeling that he somehow feels as if he's the victim in this ordeal.
"See, I don't want you to think of this as a betrayal. The fact of the matter is that once I've taken someone, their remaining lifespan is immediately and drastically reduced. Even should you find a way out of meeting the requirements for experimentation, like you did..."
He held out his arms, palms facing the sky.
"...you're still a loose end. Intolerable, I'm afraid. I imagine you feel the same way about me, don't you? I didn't intend to give you a false sense of hope, but if you'd known that I was just bringing you out here to dispose of you more easily, I doubt you'd have been so well-behaved."
You fall to your knees. There is a faint taste of blood in your mouth. Your assailant winces, approaching you one last time and pressing his foot to your chest.
"Please don't go falling forwards on me...I'm going to need you to land neatly in the river down there. Preferably before the ground here gets too bloody."
In a metaphysical sense, you begin to realize that you were mistaken about the nature of this game's title.
"I...well I feel as if I should say more, but what's there to say? You're probably a wonderful presence, if even one such as I could be compelled to...alter your exit. Even so, I just can't make myself feel bad for this...I hope that you aren't too upset about that."
Maybe the title wasn't asking if you, personally, could survive. Maybe the title was simply a question about whether or not it's possible for anyone to survive after being captured by this man- this "Blaine Boysmell."
"...I suppose that's that."
Those are the last words you hear as he pushes you off the ledge with his foot. You fall several hundred feet into the icy waters below, your spine breaking on impact. Whether it was hypothermia or drowning that ultimately killed you, it's impossible to say. Nobody would ever even know what happened to you, save for your captor.
And your captor would remember you. You, who got as far as you possibly could in the situation you found yourself in.
Unfortunately, the answer is "no." You can't survive Blaine Boysmell.*
FIN
* unless you are Tony Zaret