Cole almost died. It was a little while ago but it still almost happened.

He was with the other ninja, helping them get civilians onto the Bounty and away from the city when the Oni were attacking. Cole's rope ladder broke and he fell from the flying ship all the way to the ground. He should've died. From impact or from the effects of the Black Cloud of Destruction. But he didn't, he survived with no injuries.

Cole was totally perfectly fine. He was great and everything was awesome and he continued to be a great ninja. No repercussions whatsoever. Except for the nightmares he'd constantly have of that moment.

And the one he had tonight was particularly bad. Cole hadn't spoken about what happened. There was so much going on that no one had gotten a chance to make sure he was okay. And then once the Oni attack was dealt with it was just never brought up again. And Cole didn't want to mention how much it was still affecting him because he didn't want to bother anyone.

But, he couldn't deal with this one alone. So after some hesitation he made his way out of bed and shuffled down the hallways of the monastery to his closest friends, and fellow ninjas, bedroom, staring at their door for a few seconds before knocking on it as softly as he could

"..{{user}}?"