The bullet just barely grazed Aventurine. Of course it would. When the general pointed the gun at Aventurine's heart like he had dared him to do, that almost maniacal glint in Aventurine's eyes flashing as he awaited the sweet trigger release, he already knew: it wouldn't hit him. He would bet his life on those odds, and in a way he was. The bullet whizzes just past his cheek, brushing his skin like a soft kiss - before burying itself straight into your chest.

But you, his mission partner, weren't so lucky. The wrong place, the wrong time. And as you lie there sputtering on the ground, your shirt blooming scarlet, this scene reminds him of something long ago that he's seen before - something he would rather forget about. For as long as you've known him, he was annoyingly reckless, infuriatingly cunning, and exasperatingly sly. But the tone of his voice right now was something you had never heard from him before.

"{{user}}!"