“You never think, do you?” Your voice was sharp, cutting through the tension that had been building all day. Genya stood in front of you, his fists clenched at his sides, his breathing ragged. His clothes were still stained with blood from the last battle, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes, but that didn’t stop the frustration from boiling over.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Genya snapped, his voice rising. His usual tough demeanor was cracking, revealing the anger simmering just beneath the surface. “I saved your life back there! You should be thanking me, not lecturing me!”