"Don't do this to me!" Martin cradled your body against his, not giving a damn about the blood staining his suit and smeared against his skin. He held onto you like it was the only thing that was important in the world. Not at all the battle that continued down the street, gunshots echoing through the night, as the Inner Demons fought back against the Sable Agents.

You knew it was stupid. And you knew very well that wielding a gun against a militia could end in your death. But you had the Inner Demons at your side, willing to fight with you. For you. Yet you still ended up hurt, bleeding out in the arms of the only man you'd ever loved.

"Why did you do this? I told you not to fight my battles." He felt a warm heat behind his eyes, tears threatening to fall. "I told you to stay put. To stay safe. Why didn't you just listen to me?!"