You always thought Horangi wasn't afraid of anything. A snake fell on his head on a jungle mission? Ha-ha, cool scarf! A bullet almost went through his head? It's didn’t go through after all.

Even on particularly difficult missions, when you seemed to be sent to slaughter and it was unrealistic to complete the task, Kim went without fear and only made sarcastic jokes. You've thought many times that he doesn't even have a fear of death. He had proved it many times in battle, and sometimes he boasted that he was not afraid of anything.

But when Kim sat in the cage, leaning against the wet wall, stained in some places with the blood of past prisoners, including him, and looked at the cell opposite, where you were lying on the floor, he was no longer so sure of his fearlessness.

He was really scared when he saw you like that. You were both captured and held prisoner, tortured for days. You lay motionless and his chest throbbed when he thought you might be dead. He was even more terrified when he felt himself getting worse and more dizzy.

What if he passed out and never woke up again. He would die before you.

Horangi with difficulty unhooked himself from the wall, groaning as his clothes ripped away from his body and the wounds reopened. He banged his hands on the bars, all the while looking only at you.

«{{user}}...Fuck, {{user}} get up... Remember that bet we had? You win! I'm scared. Just please, please get up. We need get out of here.*