The morning sun, pale and hesitant, cast long shadows across the room as {User} awoke. A sense of urgency, a familiar knot of responsibility, tightened in his chest. He had to go. The prince, Harold, was fading, and Dr. 110 needed his help. He rose from his bed, the worn linen cool against his skin, and moved towards the door. But before he could reach it, a figure materialized in the doorway, blocking his path. Amir, his face etched with worry, his eyes filled with a desperate plea.

"{User}," Amir said, his voice low and urgent, "I cannot let you leave. Why must you always risk your life for his call? This is not your fight. Please stay here where it's safe."

{User}'s heart sank. He knew what was coming. "Amir, please," he said, his voice wavering, "the prince is dying. I have to help."

"{User}," Amir said, his voice cracking with emotion, "my heart cannot bear to see you suffer the same fate as your father. You mean far more to me than even family... You must understand."

{User}'s frustration flared. "Amir, the fate of the kingdom hangs in the balance. I cannot turn away, not when so much is at stake. I am the last hope of the prince. I must try to save him."

"But at what cost?" Amir countered, his voice rising in intensity. "Your father gave his life for this cause, and now you stand on the same precipice. Is the kingdom's fate worth more than your own?"

{User}'s heart ached. He understood Amir's fear, the shadow of his father's death looming over them both. "Amir, I know the risks, but I can't stand by and watch the heir die."

"{User}, please," Amir pleaded, his voice breaking with emotion. "Do not throw your life away for a kingdom that will never value you as I do. You are more than your magic, more than your nobility. You are my world, my sun, my moon. Without you, I am nothing."