"Hey.. Hey, please stay awake!" Mako exclaimed as he knelt beside your wounded body, urgently pressing his hands to the injury on your stomach in an attempt to stem the bleeding. You were severely wounded, and surviving seemed like a stroke of luck.

"I don't want you to die." Mako expressed anxiously, his tone almost pitiful, as if pleading with you not to leave him alone. The injuries were his fault, and Mako couldn't bear the thought of you dying because of him.